Cruel Hand

In the depths of my despair, I stand alone,

A shattered soul, a heart of stone.

Innocence torn from my grasp that day,

God's cruel hand took my father away.

I screamed to the heavens, ""Why him, not me?""

In a world so cold, I'm left to bleed.

The pain consumes me, darkness reigns,

In this cruel design, my faith wanes.

Oh, God, how could you be so cruel?

To take my light, my guiding jewel.

I was just a child, lost and afraid,

Now I walk through life's bitter shade.

These memories will haunt, they never fade,

A life so vibrant, now a silent shade.

Your absence echoes, in the void,

this broken heart of mine, a love destroyed.

I screamed to the heavens, ""Why him, not me?""

In a world so cold, I'm left to bleed.

The pain consumes me, darkness reigns,

In this cruel design, my faith wanes.

In the brink of sorrow, I find my rage,

I'll scream my pain on this solemn stage.

With each haunting note, my anger thrives,

I won't accept that you're not alive.

Crushing, burning, this wrath inside,

Torn asunder, I won't abide.

In this symphony, my soul will mend. "