I am in the sky, where the wind does blow,
Where sun does shine,
Where freedom walks.
I am in the clouds, where it's so soft,
Where is no bad,
Where are no walls.
Though my thoughts are there, I am on the Earth,
Made to do no use,
Suffering a lot.
Do You hear me, oh My Dear God!?
Give me, please, some rest,
Give me, what I want!
I believe, I'll get, what I search:
Music, rest, sky, sun,
Travelling, good job.
But I walk the Earth, nothing changes yet.
And I suffer still.
From the Earth I yell...
Freedom...
© Copyright: Пищулина Анастасия, 2011
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