Lonely looking in the middle of the night
Not looking for trouble, she had no fight
love found luck after a brief reprise
the loneliness that locked, came to it's demise
The girl that she left behind, will find
The woman she's meant to be, in time
The road that she's meant to travel
Scars from the past, the road will unravel
Another night spent in the cold
No aces left, her hand she's about to fold
But she cannot give up, not yet
She has one last hand she'll bet
Riding on luck of the draw
The life she lives is cold and raw
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem