It's hard to understand me,
Even though I cannot speak.
I try to read and write to you,
But that you'll have to seek.
I try to work with you,
To join a hand in hand.
'Cause my world is turning.
And it's going to expand.
Whenever I look at space,
It means I'm thinking hard.
But I know that home's my true place,
And exactly where I belong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem