THEIR WAS ALITTLE BIRD IN MY GARDEN...
AND SUDDENLLY SHOOTING VOICES APPEAR TO GO LOUDER...
MY HEART IS LIKE THE BIRDS WING BROKEN...
IN LOVE THEIR IS BIRDS AND GUNS,
I KNOW THE BIRD IS CRYING.. IAM JUST LIKE THAT BIRD.
THE BIRD IS WAITTING ON THE WINDOW AND IAM WAITING ON THE DOOR......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem