CORNEL-PUNK - I CAN'T BELIEVE MY GOOD MISTRESS' GONE lyrics

I can't believe that my good mistress' gone. she came,she saw,she lived,she worked and died. But duties of her is yet to be done. That's why I'm weeping while long I cried. She is now call among the dead,she's dead. No place to see and hear her any more. We lost her sweet maternal tea and bread. on our unconsoled heart lies ever sore. To sorrow I was nailed when i realised; her teaching and its great impact in life, her charming voice of care and great advised. That's why I called her sister,mom and wife. If God not God,I shall curse him the God. But since He is God, I have to nod.