And today,
The night settled in her day
And when the morning came
T'was still too dark for her to rise
So she cried a little more
Because the smallest coffin is always the heaviest!

Cuddled in the warmth of her breasts
A cloud gathered up in her eyes
Watching her little girl slip away
So she cried a little more
Because the smallest coffin is always the heaviest!

The world crumbled right...