Cry To Me
Please of
you
I so do
ask
your
my soul
must
pass
The things
that you
do
of those
whom you
care
What is it
that I must
so take
of love
To the end
twine souls
can make
You are suppose
to care
no end
If only he
could
understand
why
her pain
sorrow
would pass
to the
bye
Blood is Blood
when only a
Child
no excuse
for this
has been
done
to this
Child
I at four would
like to walk
I at four would
like to talk
Therefore
he can not
escape you
Unto you
deprive this
soul of
all that is good
not for you
any more
I have so
taken
all that you
have
thrown
Yet if you continue
your throne
I will have do
right by the
Child
Whom cannot
fight for them
selves
Proffered
For You
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
queen of pain a memorable tribute to one who reigns over pain..