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 gla*s 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