The Bed

Yes the bed is empty,

But the eyes are full.

Yes the bed is empty,

And the dream is crazy.

I wish I were the bed,

The dream become reality

I can read in eyes,

Like I read a book.

I can feel feeling,

I have a heart too.

If there is not if,

I will not survive.

If there is not hope,

I will die before my time.

I want to be like a bird,

Who can fly without borders.

I want to be like bees,

Who can test each flower.

If you know what I want,

The mountain will move

I like to dream, I like to hope

Because I want only to live. 

 

(Written by a friend; a gift for me)