Looking for a new
Wandering the blue
Breaking through
I always knew
I need to be free
Alone is just me
Solo I will be
And never a we
People can’t stand
Me on this land
My only hand
With no band
Hearing my call
I listen to all
From winter to fall
I always stall
Not falling to trend
No letter to send
My heart will mend
As I wait for the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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