Here I speak the truth of me
An inalienable truth it be
Yes I act a little crazily
But the reason is buried in memory.
I have loved and lost before
And several times recounted more
The reasons for the passes on
Of those loved that are now gone.
I have to leave the past behind
And triumph over days gone by
Return to a place where I can breathe
And escape the power of my souls' grief
In leaving my past woes behind
I hope to find a truer kind
A new form of knowing me
Achieve the enlightenment of the free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem