Without my daughter, with the Devil.

When I behold my little child

My heart beat like Big bang's clock

In your eyes I see a long field

But sudenlly I see a block

For a long time she was a shield

Polished, shining, hard like a rock

In the palm of my hand, mild

But protect me for any knock

The shield broke, destroyed

When a big truck hit her

think about it I try to avoid

Today the hell I do prefer...

Without her my life is a nightmare,

and of the Devil I'm a emploeyed.

Charlotte Leonhart