childrens play ,I'm A refugee
A refugee of mankind it is my journey
nation have falling apart.
I stand still from the dawn of rock,
to remember my yesterday's dream.
To fly in the sky,to walk in the garden of life.
To run and never turn my back.
The bag is being pack.
A children cries waving goodbye
I say no more words I'm just innocent child.
it's an odd place to dwell
in green grass my will.
the vision is flying
from the blue sky relying
the sun is flashing
from the birds dancing.
the season of spring thought as many
from the Bloom of the trees
the flowers from the grass
the rainbow shining beneath my...