Fighter, she has always been
Came into this world too young
Left when all had been done
Kylla was her given name
Victory was supposed to be her game
Lost without ever knowing why
Scalpel sought why she had to die
Mother's love has no comparison
Moving forward with hesitations
Father's urge has no replacement
Emptied, yet with no displacement
Yet not a moment more should be spared
Grief has its moment, no more to be aired
Lylla and Rylla are still here, yet to be kissed
Fight on as parents, we will as promised
