Thorn into pieces, struggling to breathe.
Forced to be molded, kept from the lead.
Faced with the picture that I should be.
Pushed to the path of conformity.
This is not what life should be!
I am searching to be free!
I will see the good things.
How the sky is blue.
I will feel the warmth of the sun.
Grazing through my soul.
There wont be a single thing
That could block my search.
There wont be a single soul
That could chain me down.
yes all of us should find out the music and rhythm of life, and then life becomes happy, you have painted your passions very well, thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good luck and I wish you success...sugod di so good....salamat