During the night I sit and weep,
thinking about my life, I don't make a peep.
Sleep does not come easy many a night,
all because I refused to fight.
My life had no meaning to me,
but what is it that others see?
They see a happy girl
who has so much to give the world.
A person who will go far,
maybe even become a star.
A bright smile and a dazzling pair of eye,
not a girl who wants to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem