a dream that died on this very night
i would never forget my lost fight
all i wanted was to prove them wrong
to prove it to my self that i could
but i could nolonger go on
a dream that i held in my heart so tight
a dream that i wished could of been my life
but i guess it was a dream that i was dreaming
because despite my lost fight i
i lost the sight that held the way
of the dream that i lost on this very night
i use to feel it burning within me like fire
my dream use to matter to me more than life its self
now all i feel is emptyness deep inside hate this feeling
makes me cry to night i lost sight of the dream i kept deep inside of me
take the wings from an eagel
it can nolonger fly
and that goes for any kind of bird in the sky
i guess i just amed just a little to high
because what i found in the end
is that my dream nolonger burns within
dreams that died on this very night
now i am just a bird that was ment to fly
but never could take flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem