How sorrowful a passing ere you were born,
Untimely autumn child of mother forlorn!
Of spring air you'll never take a breath
Nor on thy small face sense summer's sweat.
Of spring air you'll never take a breath
Nor on thy small face sense summer's sweat.
Ripped from your cocoon untimely, too soon...
Exposed to cold air without the wat'ry womb...
In the husk you were shattered broken, all alone,
Before once you felt life in tiny feeble bones.
Before once you felt life in tiny feeble bones.
And yet thy killers shall never rue that day
Nor ascend the gallows tree for their crimes to pay.
For taking thy precious lamb, which was but one,
When from immense flocks they might have drawn.
For taking thy precious lamb, which was but one,
When from immense flocks they might have drawn.
How many of thy kind have been thus caught?
Whole heroic lives extinguished ere they fought,
Passions never noticed, beauty as rubbish tossed.
It is for we the living to prevent thy being lost.
Whole heroic lives extinguished ere they fought,
Passions never noticed, beauty as rubbish tossed.
It is for we the living to prevent thy being lost.
