I think I have to crie
but I dont know why

the mother had to die
the child had to look
at the blood as a river
into her eyes in her brain

in her mind was a grave
sometimes she became it's slave
riding a river of tears
to the pictures and fears

a little child coveres her head
she is visited by the dead
she is crying out loud
all the pains come out

someone takes her up
carries her away
it is not the mother
but her daughter
who whispered why