Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street- Timid to feel the hangman's loss- Every step on my blistered feet- Takes me closer to, the Christian cross- With every second, my soul does exhaust- Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry- Hide my eyes my shame is discreet- Explain to me God, why must I die? You say the hunger game I did cheat- I see on that hangman's rope your hands across- How close I was to starvation beat- Why must I die for naught but sauce- On bread instead of my usual moss- I hope you see my little child cry- Although to you unjust is a treat- Hold him God on the day he will die- With my head hung low, I walk the street- My family will feel the hangman;s loss- No more will I walk upon these blistered feet- Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross- For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust- My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry- No more reason for you to stand all so discreet- I am happy at last, on the day that I die- I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross- These murderers relax themselves on their own lie- In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss- I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-