pity my helplessness
Before a cruel destiny.
My soul is wounded to its core -
My own dear child was rtpped from me.
My time of
happiness has flown,
All tarnished is my golden throne,
Chill autumn wind has overthrown
My tender growing sapling tree.
allowing no appeal,
Has cast me down the well of pain !feel.
My heart is shattered quite on fortiene wheel -
My feeble body is a falling tree,
I cannot rest
a moment, cannot stay -
Not in this world of immi~zent decay
I'm blind to everything except dismay,
Which can but leave me weeping helplessly.
aflame whichever way they dart
Fly sorrows to the candle of my heart.
My back is bou'ed, my eyes drip tears that smart
To quench this angit ish from fate's cruelty.
Alas, how deeply
sorrows burn !
I scream aloud, I scream and yearn
To hold my son close. His return
Alone might salve my beggary.
His cries, such is his inner state.
His loss has left him desolate
And black is all futurity.