With wings so old and broken
How do you live the ground?
When the worlds holding you down,
lifes got you stuck.
So teaterd and torn
lookin for a way up.
Maybe just a way out.
Felling so alone,
like your glued to the ground
So useless and broken down,
fellling so worthless,
like you mean nothing.
With wings so broken and old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are so dutiful daughter..fri..I appreciate this Great...job