Forever these chains pull me into this world,
I long to have my wings spread free.
But are we not all this way?
We are all seekign for the impossible,
We are all lost and screaming,
For those who are free to help.
Maybe the world could be better,
If some of the free,
Would help the chained?
Maybe if we all let our stained wings spread free,
We could achieve the impossible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem