A girl trapped behind the bars of age
trying to escape, to write a new page.
Mommy says, 'no.' Dad says, 'don't go.'
But a girl has to chase her heart, has to know.
A boy stole a girl's heart, left west for the setting sun.
Waiting on the love of a girl. Waiting for one.
The sun rises on a girl's eighteenth year.
a girl's happiness brings on a tear.
Before that sun sets in the west
a girl's already in a boy's arms at rest.
A boy stole a girl's heart, and waited for that day.
a girl looks back on it now with no regret and no shame.
A girl got away from the prison of age
and wrote a novel of life from that new page.
Mommy said, 'no.' Dad said, 'don't go.'
But she caught her heart, and now she knows.
A boy stole her heart, and held it for her.
he never gave it back, but he kept it pure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem