Mother,
my hand reaches out to catch yours,
as you fall out of his,
as if he was trying to hold water.
But how could I,
when there's such a range apart?
I feel a tearing at my heart.
How could he use you!?

And he calls himself a hero!?
He let you fall,
down to the darkness of death,
without any attempt
to bring you back up.
How could he use you!?

That man has no right
to call himself human if
he's willing to spend a human life
to save one that isn't.
How could he use you!?

I wish everything would end.
Something come and take me away,
like a bird in the sky
taken by a bird of prey.
Why do I have to suffer?

This is all too much.
My soul's feeling a heave crush
as my heart is racing,
no time for pacing,
not time to go,
but my feet won't stay.
Already too done
for these birds of prey.