terça-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2009

Poems IV

1998, when I was in Advanced level already

Hard Times

Sometimes I feel I'm free as a bird
Flying in the wide blue sky
But there are other times I can't even breathe
And I guess I'd rather die

These times of sadness
It seems they will never pass by
I feel a deep loneliness
And I just don't know why

But I know I'll find a way
To overcome all this pain
I'll learn how to fly again
Come what may.