Stop right there, you think I'm chained?
I'm changed, just change my path,
You think I'm lost? You are
While searching for me,
I'm here, seated in the darkness
I'm cold, out from your religion,
With my region, thousands of lost souls
Forget your thoughts,
Think about the rustling
God wasn't stupid to create the nightingales,
Its my path to fellow,
Walk and swift,
A destiny to fly
Down the woods.
I cry
For the lost god
Of the lost people.
Thanks for your time and for reading
this happens to be my best poem because its a description of heart.
Thanks once again.
