My Child

A Mother will grieve over the lost of a child.

Its been days since he took my child

its been days and I have grown tired

Why have I been forgotten

Why was I powerless to stop him

He took my child without remorse

all because my child was a little hoarse

didn’t give my child a chance to recover

Just took a child from it’s loving mother

My child, just of age of three

Please, spirit of death, give my child back to me!

My child only had a little cold

my child was not terminal, my child was not old

My child was strong, my child could easily be healed

But by your hand, my child’s fate was sealed

I love my child more than my own life

Why could it not be me that got the scythe

My child, my only family, had so much to do

But if only they all  knew

My child could have one day saved us all

My child would have grown up to be charming and tall

But my child’s soul was take on a whim

but my child shouldn’t have been cold, my child shouldn’t have went limb

My child should be here playing in the field

But Death abused the power that he wield

Stole from those who still had time

Spirit of Death, you should be ashamed of this crime

I want my child home once again

watch my child grow up, not die from a bit of flem

God does not listen to this final request of mine

It being his will, I still am not fine

not until I see my child once more

My child at the edge of heaven’s shore

and the being that kidnapped my baby

So please hurry, you monster, and put an end to me

Its been days and I grown tired

Its been days without my child

I could not stop what I could not see

A spirit of death that couldn’t let a cold be.