A woman who has sinned,
Left alone with her stomach swelling.
Every passing day
wishing and wishing,
Oh how could she kill him.

No matter what she did,
No matter how she wished,
Her pray left unaswered.
Maybe it's the cost to pay for her actions.

The swelling reduced,
A boy was born.
Her eyes fell in love,
And she cherished him.

He grew, young and handsome.
And she fawn over him.

The pure love turns into obsession.
Too much hurt makes you bleed.
Too much love makes you weak.
And he fell deep into the pit.