The gift of freedom, is what one seek,
To search the lands, the seas, the skies.
Just for this gift longed by all.
The gift of Wings to fly and soar.
Worlds are combined once again.
United at last, for the gift of Freedom.
Wanting to taste this gift,
One may die, greed or even kill.
Only when voices are unanimous,
Only when worlds are united,
Only when humans no longer envy,
Only then.. Will we truly procure the Wings of Freedom.
Poem by: Sora
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! what a terrific poem you made... please allow me to put this in my poem if all human race and countries will ponder what you say.... war language couldn't be found... you give insight to make poem out of this context...thank you very much...10/10