Teardrops and rain,
seem to wash away the pain.
But when teardrops turn black,
all the pain comes back.
With the ocean and the moon,
we think of peace.
But we need the wars to end,
the deaths to cease.
Love seems to be lost,
tears come into play.
Death happened again,
there are funerals today.
Lives are ending,
tears are becoming black.
We all know whats
happening...
The pain is coming back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem