Mom was the only word they knew.
Night was young and day was through,
Hand in hand they were walking slow.
Lost were they, walking to unfamiliar glow.
Trembling, hand in hand, mom was the only word they knew.
Priest behind shoved them as pig,
Shouting aloud, fell on ground as fig.
Hand in hand, they prayed for mom; their god,
Priest next prayed to his treasure god.
Searching aloud, mom moved near and far,
Heart was not making her move very far.
Watching the faint light in deep dark,
She spotted her missing heart spark.
Priest was still praying for the god he knew,
But, mom was the only god they knew.