My Pain Grew Older

I did not know pain when I was born and even though the crying pierced the cold air She was born with me as my twin … In my walk through a street without exit she reached for me with her tough hands pulling me towards her Up to the tears… My pain grew older Under the shelter of my eyelashes landed without apostatize The light of my spirit casted her away But she kept returning again and again… Again ... Now, after so long is still knocking With anonymous names revolves around me Acts softly and smoothly .. looking for some life ... Grew old my childbirth pain Covered in grey hair as she shakes now lifeless in my hands…