She was a loner, standing in the street.
A dark mournful figure, you'd rather not meet.
She was alone there, standing tall and proud.
Feelings uncovered, by a tattered cloud.
There's no point crying now baby,
'Cos no-one's listenin', honey!
There's no point shoutin' yourself hoarse,
'Cos they can't help you, honey!
Moonlight falls down on, her tear stained face.
Skin grey as cobwebs, though black her race.
Features not telling, her conflicted heart.
None of it matters, not now she parts.
There's no point crying now baby,
'Cos no-one's listenin', honey!
There's no point shoutin' yourself hoarse,
'Cos they can't help you, honey!
Sail boat drifting, on the open sea.
You are the place that, I'd rather be.
His suffering's ended, and now I'm glad.
But grief is the reward, for that I've had.
There's no point crying now baby,
'Cos no-one's listenin', honey!
There's no point shoutin' yourself hoarse,
'Cos they can't help you, honey!
She was a loner, walking on the pier.
Stopping at the end, and climbing over...
Gone now forever!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing, i love it. -shannon