Heaven is a different Sign - To My Daughter.
While even children,
to your brother they did ask unto you as well.
Riding the bus home from school naught being taught
by their parents, that inside is a mind where it's light
some have made the heavans darker
to avoid what was done by they whom all love.
If I am blind that is justice for you, when they only say.
And those Robes are to me so much darker at night.
How come each new day do I think a mircle will happen,
not only for me, but for you and the future it must.
and 'Heaven' is a different 'Sign' - to me,
beings and such are you and my daughter,
when I think like them they do nothing about it.
and My shame for them just continues to grow
like the robes colored purple wrapped all about them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem