Stand still young lady
Up in the sky you'll see
God made you with a glee
Tears are not priorities
You are in a useless pain
Believing you waited in vain
Leaving you in the darkest bane
And then you cry like you're insane
Dry those tears young woman
And see yourself as a flower
Blooming in the midnight sun
Showing the might of God's power
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice and inspiring poem, a blessing to read. Thanks for posting it.