I AM A BIRD THAT CAN NOT FLY.
I AM A BIRD THAT’S SHY.
I AM THE INJURED BIRD YOU WALK RIGHT ON BY.
I HAVE ONE WING AND THE COURAGE TO SING.
ARE YOU THE PERSON THAT CAN NOT CHEER?
OR ARE YOU THE PERSON WITH MY BEER.
WHICH EVER PERSON YOU ARE THERES MORE TO SEE MY DEAR,
BUT UNTIL THEN YOU CAN SEE HOW THE WINGS OF A ZAPPED AFFECTS YOU AND ME.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem