Inside my
head
so
high
Runs a
stream
gone
dry
It is a
place
to
cry
Along the
road
passing
by
Inside my
heart
so
low
Runs a thought
you
didn't
know
Maybe it
once
was
so
I longed for you
not
to
go
But now
look
at
me
I'm doing things
you
can't
believe
I am a
bird
flying
free
Why haven't you
cried
for
me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a bird flying free, wonderful. thanks.