if i were not alive
everyone would be happy, they would survive
but unfortunetly i sit here
so i must use the life god gave me, and go for a career
i shall show god that i was not a waste
i am unique, i cant be replaced
i want to do so many things
i will help any way i can, i will spread my wings
what color are your wings? what shape? want to read about a girl who was born with wings? read James Patterson's fictional novel 'where the wind blows' its a fun read. ~beau
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true, so very very true thanks for sharing, I will send this poem to my niece she needs to hear this Life is a struggle michael