You little angel who’s been so betrayed
A victim of inhuman circumstance
Of human hatred, prejudice and power
Held in the evil hands and in malicious minds
I blame myself, and I am so afraid
I should not have taken any chance
Too late — my spirit is now devoured
By sorrow of the sort that binds and maims, and blinds
I love you still though I am helpless and I am lost
I love you though long broken is my will
I know that nothing can be gained despite enormous cost
I know time numbs the pain but time does never heal