They say it made me tough,
I say it just seems like that.
The tradgity was far to rough,
And now I'm the scardey cat.
I'm watching the leaves change color,
And everyone thinks I'm better.
But I'm still crying on the floor,
And my pillow is wetter.
If it wasn't for that night
You might be still with us.
It gives me a fright
When I think you might miss us.
Yes, I believe you are up there.
With the angels and clouds
Even though you left me feeling bare,
You make me very proud.
I wish it wasn't for that night,
Because you had a life here.
It makes my heart tight,
And all I have left is fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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