I am born

But still not living



And pray for her

When her soul descends



Living the life

Known to mankind



And pray for her

When gloom moves into mourning



Born out of darkness

And sculptured into the shape of

brightness



And pray for her

When the blood of hers reveals



I was set to be

The carrier of Sorrow



And pray for her

When demurity is forced away



Which cluster me into a world

Of specimens for me unknown



And pray for her

When nature betrays her again



I am one of natures mistakes

Not only born decades to late



And pray for her

When you shalt be forced to see

The image of her creation



But not able to survive

Born and killed at the same tide



And pray for me once more

Merely because she was made into

Me...