All the pain has gone to my brain. Won't leave me alone - cold to the bone - No mercy at all - waiting to hear my Fathers call. Calling me home where I should be, standing and protecting my little she. She was gone so fast, in the blink of an eye no time to smell roses, cause the worlds gone by. Her life and mine a flash in the pan, I was once a strong now a weak man. My strength was drained as I stood there and watched as they covered her body my heart did stop. No time on my side - decisions to make what clothes should she wear as the people stare into her coffin her young body does rest - such a sin - to place my little girl in. She was full of life, peace, love, it was not a choice she made, to tragically end - in a grave...at the age of 16. Erin Foley rest in peace my sweet sweet girl.
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I would like to translate this poem
my heart goes out i am realy sorry for your loss i am here when you need a friend