A morrow cloud shun remorse
And shed It's tear upon her corpse
The angels cry and the demons sing
For all that she had brought to bring
The days were shallow
The nights were deep
That one evening she fell asleep
Brought night over day in eternal lay
For that one path she follow
The second path, clear but hidden
Rather her heart was misshaped and writhen
She saw this path, looked down the trail
Felt as though it'd be weak and frail
Oh, if she'd taken that path
If The nights were shallow
And The days were deep
If That one dawn she arose from sleep
If she'd brought day over night
A morrow sun show remorse
And wipe all tears from her corpse
The demons cry and the angels sing
For all that she had brought to bring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lyrical :) though it needs to be edited