I'm Standing on the ground,
But my head's in the clouds,
trying to pick out a familiar face in the crowds.
Someone to identify with, 'cause I'm here on my own.
I hate this feeling of being lost and alone.
Oh where did my friends go.
We all grew up so fast'
The connections we make in childhood.
They rarely seem to last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem