I’ve asked the gods on high,
To help me while I grieve.
But they all turned their backs,
They couldn’t wait to leave.

The anger that I harbour,
Is a memory of love.
When my child was stolen from me,
To the great wild world above.

I hope that she’ll be happy,
As I sit down here and cry.
I’d like to ask the gods,
A simple question…‘Why?’