without name
My heart like bird
It wants to fly
My soul like sun
It needs to shine
I can"t be sataying in a cage
If even cage is made of gold
I want to sing i want to dance
I need someone for breeth and feel alive
I want to see a lot of places
I want to know so many faces
I need someone who"ll understand
That life is beautiful from the beggining
And till the end...........
© Copyright: Piccola Angel, 2001
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