The world around us is full
full of refugees
full of people
like you and me
But where can we go
where can we stay
if there's no place to find
a place to hideaway
Is't for us to late
or is't just our fate
to not find that world
where only happiness lives
where freedom gives
Perhaps is a world like that
not for real
perhaps is a world like that
just one big myth
where people like us
can't hide or live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem