What a soul so harmonious,
What a mind so frank.
For not the doctor,
As he replied she'll be returning home.

Her child so unaware and aghast,
"I want my mommy!" He mourns.
How to tell a youthful son,
He doesn't have a mommy anymore.

Her carcass now cinders,
Only in the color of iron.
Into the atmosphere she goes,
Still remaining in consciousness hearts.