Sometimes to fill guilt
Suffering pain
In some seasons behind
In that broken mirror
That can't be repaired
Sometimes to find the truth it's impossible to bear
And seek something so dark so powerful that we can't reach
Sometimes our minds get twisted so confused so empty
That we try to reach our feelings that we have inside
But sometimes so lost inside our guilt that we want to shine so high I'm so low like a bird in the sky
Crashing through the winds
Can't reach his destination where he wants to go
The ones so tough that storms and rain Thunders to the ground
And he struggles To find home
We're hippie longs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem