To be cared for
To be loved
To know I'm liked for who I am
And not for who I was.
To laugh
And not to cry
To be the best
That I can be.
To have a place
I can call my own
And to never feel
This alone.
To meet somone
Who's always there
And won't leave me
For some other affair.
Yeah, I know
My dreams are vain...
Life's not perfect
And there's much pain.
But just think
Some day we'll be free
And we won't be living
On this stormy sea.
Well written....and well thought Hannah. I empathize with your poem. Take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
now i did not expect that good job