© tiara21
Eagle mother run,run,run and run
Everything was in flood of tears
Filled in all rivers
Tears filled in the rivers are no other than
The crying of the nightmare worried of her child

Other child are saved with their mothers
But what of her child?
Her fruit was plugged out of the ripeful fruits
In front of her sight

The blood of her fruits all over the floor
Flowing like a lake of rivers
Her child was the only stick of her pillar
She run, run, run, run and run
But they were not enough to set things on fire

Her fruit was gone and
Her tree greatly fell on the ground so heavy while
Her tears are so sweet like that of honey
Everything was gone and nothing around
What a tears of her faithful fruit.