being free..
Climb up onto the roof and paint me a sun,I sit waiting for this sillouette to come
the children play in unconditional weathers
we belong now like birds need feathers
You sit alone by my side
I watch you eyes open wide
We sit and watch the invisible faces
Of the people waiting to reach place
I like the feeling you give to me
I love this feeling of being free
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.