The cold light of moon was streaming through the window,
and she cried, cried and cried;
she thought if someone would knock the door and give her a shoulder,
or if someone would call her and tell her to be bolder,
nothing happened but she cried, and cried;
she found herself alone with the demons of her own,
she asked herself the worst question why she was born...
she could do nothing but cried, cried..and cried;
The time was passing, night was chilly and gettig colder,
God listened to her and sent her a set of shoulder;
Her friends were around her at midnight, she was surprised'
they all made her cheer and take her for a long ride;
her smile was back and she felt satisfied,
that's why God makes friend who are always your side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem