There are times, I get lonely.
There are nights, I get cold.
There are times, I just want someone to hold.
They call me fighter, for all the burdens I bear.
They call me a free spirit, for all the laughter I share.
They call me independent, for the life that's my own.
They call me a winner, for all the progress I've shown.
When I'm alone, with my memories.
My only past was with you
My heart keeps building walls,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem