My Fatima

a man did call

grief-stricken in sorrow

heartbroken like all

but this was not a man

you see

this was a great one

not like you or me

a man of strength

a man of courage

a man of greatness

a man unlike any did see

my Fatima

he called as the door swung wide

my Fatima

as he watched a child died

My Fatima

were the words he cried

My Fatima

in his arms she died

to her father

returned by he

so strong and courageous

and honored by thee

my Fatima he called

her name rungs true

my Fatima he called