It was a cold, dark, rainy night,
The lonely girl was laying down droping tears as she cried out loud,
Calling out for help which nobody seems to hear,
Feeling the fear that seems to be always coming toward her,
Wondering will it be the day of her death,
Or will she be able to find the happiness that she always wanted?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem