Blood of a woman

 

He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Slower and slower, more and more frail.

He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Year after year of too much pain.

He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Till she no longer had a life any more.

He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Weaker and weaker, paler and paler.

He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Till she barely had any blood any more.

He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Over and over, over and over.

He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Till there was no blood, no woman,  no life any more.