Their it go’s, depression flowing out of everyone like a river of pain, now forever a slave of despair, … now forever the singing gates has taken another good soul.
For the world has lost another rare person hoping to help everyone in need, though she is gone but never forgotten, even when she was sick and needed help she still helped others, … now forever the singing gates has taken another good soul.
Though friend and family mourn they still remember the happy days when she insisted on helping everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem