mää kirjotin runon...

A few years ago, I knew a girl who was for sale.
 Her father hated her and said often: "you are too pale.
 You are good for nothing for you are so ill,
 always getting sick, in constant need of some pill."
So the father took her to the market and put up a sign:
a girl for sale! used to abuse and immune to pain!
The girl stood there for a while and waited, waited and waited a bit more.
Then came the buyer, who was a big, rough man and cold to the core.
The girl was sold for 200 pounds,
but could there be a price for all her inner wounds?
She wept and cried on the way to her new home,
where she could only be forgotten by everyone and to everyone, be unknown.
They finally got there, and the house was big;
 there were a staff and few horses and a sty for pigs.
The girl was amazed by the wealth of this man,
she understood he had bought her only because he`d can.
"This is your room and there is the bed.
Make yourself at home, because tomorrow we shall be wed."
The door of her bedroom closed as the man walked away.
 Leaving her alone to cry for the rest of the day.
When she woke up the next morning to the dawn of her wedding day,
she suddenly felt very strong and thought ; "No way.
There´s nothing that could make me marry this man,
for my escape from here i´ll do anything I can."
A brave attempt that was, but she was cornered and there were nowhere to hide.
So she jumped through a window knowing she would die.
This is the story of a girl who was sold.
I tell you this so you´d know the world is very, very cold.