• Baby’s dying in the snow
    Suffocating in the snow

    Baby’s lying in the rain
    Slowly drowning in the rain

    Baby’s murdered in the grass
    Bleeding pools in the grass

    Baby’s sinking in the sand
    Gently downward in the sand

    Baby’s melting in the mud
    Dripping filth in the mud

    Baby’s fighting in the stones
    Breaking flesh in the stones

    Baby’s thrashing in the dark
    Outline quivering in the dark

    Baby’s breathing in the sea
    Basking, bleating in the sea

    Baby’s burning in the sun
    Crisping ashes in the sun

    Baby’s up against the ice
    All alone in the ice

    Baby’s falling in the dirt
    Coughing, sputtering in the dirt

    Baby’s finished in the meadow
    Stone cold in the meadow

    Baby’s body, in the grave
    Pale and small in the grave

    Baby’s empty little coffin
    Black, lace trimmed little coffin

    Baby’s skin is a pale grey
    Sunlight striking a pale grey

    Baby’s living in her death
    Breathing slowly in her death

    Baby’s lost inside her mind
    Hostage, prisoner in her mind

    Baby’s lost in the forest
    Frolicking frozen in the forest

    Baby’s tears are made of ice
    Crystalline sundrops of ice

    Baby’s been dead
    So very dead

    For fifteen years
    Such long, sorrowful years

    Yet still she sings
    Such songs she sings

    A mystery to the world
    Misconception of the world