Once there was a child born
Mother and father at battle
Against the selfish deeds A second child was born
The first to be ignored and thrown
Days go on to the third child And fourth
Now she's lost in emptiness
Not knowing who to tell
Blue She was on the inside But to the outside bright
Days go on and no one's help
Agony and pain her life became
And no one knows for it's best not to worry
Cries she gave the moon And silence he returned
one decision must be made for the happiness to be claimed
Never to see a light she wished and The moon had finally answered
For That night she met death
To the end of a flower in the cruel desert
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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