In the night I walk alone 
No home to call my own 
Round and round I wander
Till the earth becomes the sky 
Though demons taunt me angels call me, 
As I fall down down down awander
Few loves I have had 
Few lives have scorned me 
But yet I still love them all 
Because well that's just me... 
Around and around I wander 
In the night looking for a place to call my own 
Tis true what you see before you 
The sky became the ground 
And angels call
Maybe it is my time to spread my wings
Wave goodbye 
And sore into the open night sky                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    