When I was me
Had the guts to stand alone.
my dreams were my wings
Used to enjoy every little things.
Now I am you
Breathe thinking of you
your dreams are now my wings
Try to enjoy your favourite things.
But....why I am searching myself now?
Why My soul feeling alone?
I am trying to find my wings
Which are torn.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem