Here lay's an angel of grace.
Face down asking why her father has turned his face?
The angel of grace, her only sin being beauty.
Here stands a man, full of rage.
He leans down, daring to force on such grace.
He seemed so nice, yet he showed his horns of sin.
Here lay's an angel of grace, her only sin being beauty.
Here stands a man, who walks away hands stained with sin.
The angel of grace, weeps for his sins as she slips away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem