Sometimes i seem far but
Probably you aren't seeing well,
I came from far, far away
And I'll never forget that smell,
Because that's were I grew up,
Were life was so fun as a kid
And somehow i was mislead
In thinking that away was good.
Now I'm sure that my country
Is my home, where I sometimes feel alone
But nothing like creating something new
To change all of our view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really good... i like your choice of words ^-^