We are not birds, We're just independent human beings with a free will We are no longer a flesh that filled with agony We had enough time to heal We might be wrong or right But the universe that collides you and me Understand how a true feeling can describe What's inside a mere heart of sincerity And when later I told you I miss you It is my soul that demands your soul It is my spirit that adresses yours and it is my mind that seek for its missing piece. Chs. A poetry inspired by a book entitled "jane eyre".