Cries and mones and wimpers all around you
In the distance you hear the sound
From the forest and in the ground
Why don't you cry until your face turns blue
You know you'll end up scared in your bed
The cries fill you head until you go insane or end up dead
They will soon stop and last no more
And you'll have less to dread
~Krystal Pynenberg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem