A new destination and i don't know why
ever single time i try to fly
somebody prevents my hope to know
i'm strong inside i must go on
where ever the wind blows......
thats where i will choose
no other paths just one straight shot
i'm going alone i hope i don't get caught
on and on i must go on
my body's breaking down piece by piece
go on and just let me be
i wanted to go to a place for me
my body aches how can i leave?
how does it feel, .....
how does it feel?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how does it feel when ur on the hieghts and see all things below from your flight how does it feel dear? ...how? ...grace