Life made a rhyme.
Love wrote a book,
My memories over time,
here is your chance to look.
You may not believe,
and you may not really know.
I’m just me,
but I have plenty to show.
I have made this book,
for anyone to see.
These are the pictures I took,
of my family and me.
I may seem to be far off,
but I’m just misunderstood.
I have fought and fought,
to be everything I could.
I have shown my love,
to my god, my father.
One day I will fly with wings,
and be his once lost daughter.
This is who I really am,
and I wouldn’t want that changed.
My life has only just begun.
but I am not ashamed.
I don’t care for money,
and I don’t need shiny things.
My days are bright and sunny,
With the happiness my life brings.
You may have your own opinion.
but this is my way of life.
Remember this is only my beginning,
Don’t you think it’s pretty nice?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very individual.... i dont care for money i dont need shiney things... (alot of sentiment in your stanza) loved this poem: D