La llorona

La llorona Oh La llorona, The spirits of your children weep for thee At the stump of the whomping willow tree Down by the same riverbank you ended their young lives Their souls unable to find rest, as a result of your cries Your spirit roam the earth searching for them Your vengeful eyes on other children Oh La llorona, Give up the search Your legend has been on a stretch Your story told to generations born and yet unborn Breeding fears in infants and adult alike Days fly by, faster than a speeding bike For the night comes to be wary of your fearful eyes And so the legend goes Of the weeping woman with no soul Who drowned her children out of her misery The myth of her disappearance still remains a mystery Oh La llorona do not weep Your curse is broken by water's deep Forgive and rest and let them sleep The pain you feel is yours to keep By: Caleb Owabor