It ended with a rose covered cross
on the side of a lonesome road,
A family grieves a daughter lost
their hearts left quiet and cold!
They marked the spot
where her soul did leap,
Where the cord was cut
where death did creep!
I wonder if she lingers
behind a worn wooden door,
in a lonely waiting room
where angels pace the floor!
Listening for the last few words
that bid her soul goodbye,
but then reaching for the attention
of another passerbye!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem