The doctor told me without emotion,
That my baby Jesus was still born,
He had lung problems and his heart stopped.
Now I sit and pray for his eternal soul.
In my hospital bed I stared out the window
A white dove in the tree fly into the heavens.
Just as suddenly it was replaced by a black crow.
I held my dead baby boy in my arms,
The Doctor said it wasn’t their policy,
But the Nurses broke the rules for me.
They understood the depth of my despair.
I carried Jesus for 9 months and now, nothing.
I will stare into the Sun and blind myself,
That I might not see others holding healthy babies.
I will cover my ears that I should not hear their tiny voices.
I will stop praying to a God that kills babies.
Tonight I will walk into the black ocean until the black water covers me.