I am small, I am beautiful
In my womb, is life.
But I am in this ugly world.
Amidst ugliness, do I lie.

My sweet smell can purify
A little of what is around.
But only on the surface, never
The depths, from where the ugliness abounds.

My pale colour and gentle visage
Seem to lighten up the dark.
But can it ever illuminate the hearts
Of thee, who leave this ugly mark?

As the venom from around
Seeps in through my body,
I try to wage a war to save
My child, from all that is ugly.

As I crumble from the poison
I look up to the Lord and cry
'What did I do to deserve this fate
For me and my beautiful child? '

In the blue of the sky, I feel
His gentle eyes.
I hear His voice within me
Down from the distant skies.

'As you try to save your child,
I lose yet another' , He says.
'I lose you to one of my son's wrongs,
I lose you, to his terrible ways.'

'What can be more tearful?'
Cries the Lord of all life
'Than to lose one child to another
And see this sibling strife?'

Seeing the sorrow in His eyes
With my last breath I plead,
To you, my brothers and sisters
To just look back and see.

All the mistakes that you made
That cost so many lives.
The grave wrongs that dared
To bring tears to His gentle eyes.

I beseech you to hear this cry
As my life, fades away.
The cry of thine own sister, to stop
Your path from going more astray.