I can see the fire in peoples eyes but
I'm the ashes left behind
then I Hear the air whispers words of dispair
But the earth that quakes shakes me down
but I fall in the river that flows and passes them by and forgets all their lies
Once an ugly duckling transformed into a swan just as a lost spirit found out who they really were.
Now that my lost soul has found it's way I realize the path I must take
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem. Like it.