The breeze blowing through my hair,
Sun setting across the glistening sea
I don't have a care in the world.
The birds singing in the trees,
The clouds turning pink,
I don't have anything to worry about.
My life is mine,
It's what I have made it.
I've changed and turned it around.
Now I don't have a care in the world.
Like a child skipping through the grass,
My mind wanders and slips into sleep,
Restful well deserved peace.
For I have conquered my own troubles,
I have fought my fears,
And now I don't have a care in the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem