I remember when I first saw her
Up there on the stage
Although she was so young
She was matured beyond her age
The words flowed out so effortlessly
Like rivers rushing to the sea
I sat there in total silence
For I felt she was singing to only me
She described what I was feeling
But yet, we'd never met
But it seems the more she sang
Deeper inside of me she'd get
She sang about my childhood
My past pains rang loud and clear
The more that she kept singing
The more I could feel my tears
Her voice so soft and soothing
Her words came out in thyme
And for a magic evening
She took me back in time
But I guess what I had realized
As I sat there listening that night
Is that so many peoples past
Though bad, THEY still turned out all right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem