She was only seven when her life was turned upside-down
She was only seven when she learned to constantly hide her frown
She was only seven when her mother was killed
And her life became unfulfilled
She had to walk through life always being alone
Being so scared, to even go home
The threat of her life always being at stake
Her happiness was something she had to remake
She picked up the rest of her shattered heart up off the floor
Said good-bye and walked out the orphanage door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awwwe beautiful peice very descriptive.