Lady of the night.
I see you standing under the street light.
Shaking and shivering as a strange car come near.
Lady of the night.
I wonder do you have in fear as strange come walking toward you.
Wearing near nothing to advertise your good that for sale.
Who am I to past judgement upon you.
For the first cut is the deepest.
The thick painted makeup can not hide.
The youth that is trapped inside.
Why lady, why?
Did you choose to become a lady of the night.
It is true that time will heal the physical scars that harden your heart.
But tell what will cure the emotional scars of a once promising life.
lost.
As I pass you by.
I still stop and look and wonder why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem