What kind of man would leave his girl
alone to face the world
just close his eyes on his demise
spirit, body and soul
oh, she was there his little girl
to feel the immediate release
with arm in hand she felt his pulse
fade slowly to defeat
alone she walks or so she thinks
but, she's not alone you see
the kind of man that she adored
would really never leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem