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 thats full of glass jars
Where she keeps the babies that
God wouldnt spare,
A secret they share.
Nobody knows that theyre there
Antiques gathering dust, her grandfathers 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