Call me—the next time you need reassurance
see if I still give a damn
as to your comings or goings.
I have this life to live
and it's my own—
my own to play with…
to care for in the dawning of a new day
and fill it with every kind of love
(use your imagination)
It's time to walk my walk and talk my talk
and yes, love my love—
to feel free one more time
to accept my own acceptance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem