Through pain and through suffering
I brought you to life,
But with sterile, steel evil
Through the use of a knife,
They stole back my angel.
Its why i cry at night.
I buried you by tulips,
They grow by your breast.
I water and tend them
So they look their best.
They guard o'er my Angel
While she lays at rest.
Take care of my daughter,
I pray to the night,
Watchover and love her
Now she's out of my life.
One day I will see her,
My most desired sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's so sad...: (It made me very very depressed