So
cruel to me?

In
a manner callous,

You
unleash pain,

Excruciating
pain on me

Like
hell on its victims.

My
body breaks down,

My
soul sick and saddened,

My
spirit, a bird in a cage.

Your
blood is cold on me

And
my faith though greater

Than
a mustard seed, you

Would
not allow to move

Mountains.

You
deprived me of the breast

That
I sucked in infancy in

Exchange
for the sour milk

Of
a strange and fierce breast

That
now makes my body itch.

As
if I were a cow, you milked

The
salt of my life,

You
confused me,

You
made me lonesome,

Amidst
frustration, you angered me,

In
the throes of my despair,

You
watched me helplessly,

You
even mocked me and

Hot
tears ran down my check.

But
why did you have to be

So
cruel to me, why have you

Handled
me with such iron hand.

I
ask you now, won't you let my

Faith
move mountains.