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...