I wore diamonds for the birth of your baby

For the birth of your son

On the same day my husband to be

Packed his things to run

Was bittersweet to say the least

One life begins one comes undone

I've always been a strong woman of faith

Strong like a tree but the unlucky one



I'm going down, now

With all of my



Fine china and fresh linen

All of my dresses with them tags still on them

Fine china and dull silver

My white horses and my ivory almonds

I guess they really got the best of us didn't they?

They said that love was enough but it wasn't

The earth shattered, the sky opened

The rain was fire but we were wooden