The Lost Me

When I was kid I dreamt touching the sky,

I played and dreamt of flying high,

I was tought to read and write

I read and write, I dream to fly high.

Slowly I started reading books

Books of study, books of stories

I made it a habit of reading books

Books of all kinds, books of tales

I read, I draw, I dream of flying high

I love flowers, so I tried

Bought some pots and planted those

The first bud on the plant

First flower form the bud

I was flying high, touching the sky

Days passed, Years passed

I was changing, so my habits

Left  beside my childhood

Dreams despaired, wings despaired        

I lost myself, my innocence my dreams.