The Death of a Foster Child

I bid thee farewell my child.
Let's depart in tear
Than be together in fear.
Thou lost thy life alive.
Now no apologies, no hopes.

I kept you long
And you made me strong.
Now leave these weak arms
And seek thy fortune.
I bury thee with pain
Than hug you in vain,
Though I know
In the dark deep Talent grows not.
This is no death to you
But a way to rebirth.
May you be born again
In a safe and bold hand
That fears not the loss
And submits not to fate.
May you never hate
Me nor may God curse me.
I bid thee farewell
Good bye. Good bye. Good bye.