Such a sad summer night
on the abandoned hill
black defeated white
no stories left to tell
my child cried day and night
"Mother, i'm not feeling well"
"you'll be fine tonight"
i whispered as she fell
in my arms
and died.

Such sad a winter night
on the abandoned hill
no black, no white
no one left to ****
i still mourn my child
and now I'm not feeling well
but I am not to be held
for everyone's dead
and alone I shall die.