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