The younger years,
Everythings so pure.
Only to lead to my oldest fears
With too much to endure.
The smiling bright eyes of a child
Just fade into blood and tears gone wild.
So while all is done and sent away,
We bury her, thats where she lay.
Forever and ever gone is that bright eyed child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem