The Room At The Top Of The Stairs

So much tragedy etched on her face

Now she sits alone in an old rocking chair,

And nobody cares, in the room at the top of the stairs

In her cupboard that's full of glass jars

Where she keeps the babies that God wouldn't spare,

A secret they share. Nobody knows that they're there

Antiques gathering dust, her grandfather's clock that has long since stopped

Like the visits from daughters who no longer care

She sits in her old rocking chair

So much tragedy etched on her face

Now she sits alone in an old rocking chair,

And nobody cares, in the room at the top of the stairs

And her ghost will return

And her ghost will return

And her ghost will return