My Daughter

        My Daughter

My daughter, my daughter, my daughter;         

Now I can’t call her,
For she deceased at nine.

I remember the way she would smile,
Entering the house using stile.
My daughter my daughter My daughter
Now I cannot call her.

She had  desire  vehement,
But I could not control my sentiment.
Then  in me arose the monster
That took her away forever, 
And I remained only an observer. 
My daughter ,my daughter, my daughter
Now I can’t call her.

Though it will remain a secret,
Alas! Now what I did regret.
I know she is still revelling;
But to me she is inaccessible,
As she remained incomprehensible.
My daughter, my daughter, my daughter
Now I can’t call her.