A woman stands in a baby's room
Crib Death had claimed her child
They told her that she would forget
She would often go and visit his grave
She has gone on with her life
By: Miriam Gilbert and Holly Gilbert
Standing so still,
Hoping to hear the cries of her child
But she knows she never will.
So many years ago,
So much pain she has inside
Her grief she cannot let go.
As time passed slowly by,
But time for her must have stopped
For all she do is cry.
Fresh flowers she would bring,
Before leaving to go home
A lullaby she would sing.
For in her heart she knows,
That they will be togather once again
Death was not the end.
