When I think of me
I don’t know who I should be
I’m afraid I won’t like what I see
I don’t know if I’ll be free
When I see me
I wish I could be free
I wish I could be who I want to be
Without my past chasing me
When I hear my heart speaking
I wish I could stop seeking
I wish I would listen to my hearts desire
And see the burning fire
The fire that thought me to fight
That showed me do not hide
The journey of life may be rough
But you know you are tough
You have to move on
Even though you rather be gone
You don’t have to hide
Just remember you have a guide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem