Oh my sweet and gentle flesh and blood
Borne to me by my truest love
I begged and pleaded that you not go
But now you have brought me to the lowest low
And the prettiest picture cannot simply return
Your lulling laughter, my favorite nocturne
Which rang like music in my ears
Wiping away all of my darkest fears
And now you sleep beneath the tree
I constantly cry and hope you see
In Heaven you watch with beaming eyes
Those eyes which were the window to your horrific cries
I can promise you
My mind contains only you