Falling down, but flying up.
The world is spinning,
the world is turning, turning around.
I'm reaching for heaven
and still I'm falling,
falling to the ground.
Falling down, but flying up.
There is no way I can stop the world from turning.
There is noone who can stop the hurting...
So I want to fly and go up... into the sky,
leave my troubles of tomorrow for yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem