She was alone again...hmm the story of her life
She finds something only for it to be taken away
Whats the point if you can never be content with what you have
I can breath.....
I can see.....
I can feel....
I can dance....
I can walk....
I can hear
I can be who I want to be....
Unlike so many that don't have that choice
Yes I have a choice....
And I chose to be content no matter whats thrown at me...that's life right...enjoy it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem