Crying out of death to the souls around,
stop dressing me in black,
singing hymn of regret to those
selling their souls for fame yet shame
await them in the dark.
More to life than what she could understand,
she lived like a good person but was put
to rest in black horse,
we cried for Her because we cann't die
for her
her body may be clothed with black to
death but our love for her will be dress
with white in resurrection.
Amen! ! ! .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem