In the night I walk alone
No home to call my own
Round and round I wander
Till the earth becomes the sky
Though demons taunt me angels call me,
As I fall down down down awander
Few loves I have had
Few lives have scorned me
But yet I still love them all
Because well that's just me...
Around and around I wander
In the night looking for a place to call my own
Tis true what you see before you
The sky became the ground
And angels call
Maybe it is my time to spread my wings
Wave goodbye
And sore into the open night sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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