I've dreamed of a place in the sky, were Angels fly.
I talked to my guardian with wings, he offered me the world.
He gave me wishes that would fulfill any desire, Angels aren't liars.
I hope it don't sound sappy, but I wish to be happy.
He said if I wanted I could breath once more, so I asked sadly.
Are the ones who make my heart beat dead, he answered they are released.
Then I wish to be happy & visit those who know it's not sappy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem