“I know it is my fault, which is plain and clear.
It was such a poor choice to live here, and thus it robbed my cheer.
Maybe it would be best, if that happened to be me.
That way you and the little lad could find some glee.
I wasn’t worthy to have your care,
for perhaps, you were far too fair.
I should be the one to fall asleep.
So at least the lad, you would keep.
I would do anything to have you be alive,
and ensure that you would thrive.
I should have known that it would be such folly,
to live near a river, perhaps wasn’t so jolly.
It is a great wonder,
as to why I didn’t live in yonder.
The fault was mine,
now all I can do is whine.
Why weren’t I the one to fall?
I daresay that I deserve it, and more!
And there’s nothing I can do, but try to call
to you, yet my voice feels so sore.
What can I say? My Son and my Honey,
that I should have tried to protect you.
So that you two could be more sunny,
As now I can’t even chew.
You two were so young,
but I’d rather be stung!
I know now, that I was too weak
and I hope you are happy.
Otherwise, I’d feel very bleak
and I’ll admit, I was rather sappy.
But know this, I miss you my Son and Wife
And I simply cannot deal with much more strife.”
