People weep and people cry
In the end they all ask why
Why their dearest had to die
And why not a soul did cry
The wind is harsh, the dark rules night
But some will see the purest light
Don’t fret, don’t cry, dear, don’t be scared
You’re not alone, there’s someone there
For those who look into their heart
The light will chase away the dark
For in the deepest, darkest fear
There’s always an angel standing near
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent.. very well written.