Well every thing is good. I have another poem for everyone. I hope you like. whee
When my bird flys...
I have a friend who lives alone.
That has a bird, that wishes to fly home...
But when that bird flys.
It will keep going until it reaches the sky...
For what will happen to my friend of mine?
For the world will be left behind.
As the two of them fly...
And look up at the sky.
They both try to find home.
Which they have been searching for...
For so long.
