Small little girl, with freckles all over.
Smiling her pain away.
Siting alone in the park on the swings,
As the tears fall down her face.
Still smiling as if nothing were wrong,
And her slevees roll down.
Bruises all over her skin,
And she can't take it now.
No one knows the secret of the
Freckled little girl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i just simply wrote this for my friends homework.