One night on my way home, there was a light from where I roam.
I look up to the sky and see the stars that start that start to shine.
I reach out and start to see that it is home is where I should be.
Thank you for being my guiding light.
I hope to fly home tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I reach out and start to see that it is home is where I should be. mamy bird finds the house through the light of the stars...... very fine poem.. thank you dear poet.. tony