When simple things turned bad,
Emotion just so angry and mad,
Hands once open lay down to rest,
Love used less...
I know I'm not sleeping,
This dream is keeping...
Stop them from weeping,
Moments to remember...
By next September,
It will all change,
we don't lock ourselves in a cage.
No. find the key,
So we can be free,
Free to be?
Me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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