I
Swear that I could fly
That I could touch the sky
Upon my wings of ash
I
Know now I can see
See the real me
Even thoguh I am blind
They
Do not understand
That I'm no longer a man
That I have become so much more
Now
I find this place a bore
No longer am I interested anymore
And so I leave this place behind
I
Now go off to find
A world that I can call mine
Where the beauty of the moon will shine
And
I take my leave
To a place that I believe
Will be so much more
A place that I adore
To there I'll sore
On my wings of ash
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple Poem, I'm guessing :) nice metaphors.