I have been told many things;
World, please keep your faith.
Some say there is no good;
World, please keep your faith.
I looked high into the sky
And found some pretty birds.
They were singing and flying,
towards hope I think they were flying.
Someday, World, someday;
Your hope will soon be born.
inside little brains
feelings will be stored, too.
People tell me that we are dirt,
But my head is clearly clean
I have no bothering bugs
And I know many like me,
Free of bothering bugs like me.
Those little birds still flew away,
cautiously away from darker clouds.
I couldn’t move an inch.
I was startled; that night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great! your poem is great no words to describe it, it is so interesting and emotinally, there are some verses so pretty! pretty! pretty! >_<