The weeping woman,
the wandering soul,
Look into her eyes and she'll capture your soul.
She'll distract you to come by the sheeps,
Only for you to hear her weeps,
Once her weeps are heard,
They can never be unheard.
The weeping woman,
the wandering soul,
She is such a hypocrite,
After taking the lives of her own kids,
The only thing she chants is,
I want my infants back.
When the moon shines bright,
You can get her sight,
Beware because you might
Get your body shared.
The weeping woman,
the wandering soul,
To this day takes lives of innocents,
But she wont be forgiven
Unless she repents.
The weeping woman,
the wandering soul,
Will be stuck in purgatory,
Till her heart cries with sorry.
PS: THIS POEM IS ABOUT LA LLORONA