samuel munachim

Let my cry touch you, fate
You who killed my father
And let my mother follow him
Down below six years after

Let my cry touch you, fate
You who caused my guardian
To hate and maltreat me and
Drive me away seven years after

Let m cry touch you, fate
You who made me roam
Without a precise future after school
Confused even five years after

Let my cry touch you, fate
You who caused me to be
Dried up of love now that I
Miss mother fourteen years after.