She was inconsolable
After the death of her son
The sun never shun
They say she was never the same
The pain hard to see
But we knew deep within
The core was no longer warm
Something inside tore
The tendons to the heart
Cut off by time
Such lies we hear
That time heals wounds
Yet it remained the proof
That she, restless
Would never see her son
She made peace
So the core became
At ease
Slowly churning
The coals reigniting
After the death of her son
She once sung
Again
