Here is my soul
In dark and lonely world
World that rot the smallest piece of hope
I see that child that is always crying
And I wonder
What could I do, a mere dreamer, to change this cruel reality?
This world of wars and betrayal
Does not allow me to see a better future
Because I lack joy and hope
But that little crying child
Reminds me that I still have to fight
Fight until I find a better place
A place where there is no war
There is no sadness
A place where that little child can grow happy and safe
A place where I will never see she crying again
So now, I go on
Trying to find this place
Where we all can follow our dreams
And be happy being what want to be
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A batter place
Poetry"A better place where we can be happy being how we are and following our dreams" ... So, I found this poetry while cleaning my bedroom 😂 I wrote this back in 2014, I found cute and funny how I use to write this kind of things when I was young, so I...
