I’m excited to go and in away I’m not.
I don’t ever want to be forgot.
I never thought that I’d be here.
It seemed so far away.
But come June 6th of 1993 there will be no more days away.
I’ll be set free to spread my wings.
To either fly or fall.
I hope to sore to the clouds so I can show them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem