This is a story about lady whose husband was killed by terrorists in a plane hijack in 2004.
The beautiful lady brushes her long, long hair,
She looks like a wedding queen,
When she puts on her Scarlet gown,
And why not its been year and a half waiting for her love.
She puts up the table,
And sets up the candles longing for her love,
Then she goes into the dressing room,
Her make up is not over yet.
Then she brushes her lovely face,
Looks much prettier than before.
The little baby in the manger,
Could also feel a touch of smile,
And kisses his mother,
Mother, remembers that daddy used to kiss her like that,
Tears toil down her neck.
The little girl jumps over the bed and says,
“Mama today is my birthday and daddy is also coming home,
I’ ll get a lot of gifts and have fun but the best part is daddy will be home,
And never leave us alone.”
Mama could feel her happiness inside,
Then she decorates her house,
Makes everything special,
She sets up the bed for the kiss of her love.
But the terrorists shot him,
As a warning to fill their demands,
Cause they had Hijacked a plane,
And the hostages were their next aim.
They shot him there and the blood sprang here,
The bangles were broken and dreams crumpled,
Joy just sprung like broken utensils,
The girl cried and the baby was numb,
The kisses flied and tears died.
Hey human, why are you so mean,
You kill your own brother to fill your own keen.
You don’t even care for someone else’s tears,
Just fight, just kill, is that your will?
Then you call yourself,
‘Born of God’s Blood’ and ‘Built of His Clay.’
Well if this is your way,
Then I abuse your Blood and Clay.