You are a part of it now, you are a knight.

Some days I feel bad, some days I feel good but I am sometimes of myself misunderstood.

I am neither happy nor sad, I just miss my family, my brother, my sister, my mom and dad.

Life is tough when you are alone, far away from your loved ones but just on your own,

you fill yourself with new experiences, new friends, new events but you are still a lonely pawn.

I have to work day and night to keep myself warm and food on the table, I am a tough guy

and many people around me are laughing not knowing I am a free bird, and free birds fly.

So I don't choose to be lonely but I choose to be free and you can either agree or disagree,

but you have your own journey, your path so tonight I am giving you a piece of my art.

As a writer I shared my feelings this night, I expressed myself, I wanted to write.

The loneliness is fading away and now and everything around me seems to be bright.

There is nothing to worry about, there is no loneliness and there are no problems left.

Thank you for sharing with me this lonely night, you are a part of it now, you are a knight.

Μιχάλης Τράγκας

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