I wore diamonds for the birth of your baby
For the birth of your son
On the same day my husband to be
Packed his things to run
Was bittersweet to say the least
One life begins one comes undone
I've always been a strong woman of faith
Strong like a tree but the unlucky one
I'm going down, now
With all of my
Fine china and fresh linen
All of my dresses with them tags still on them
Fine china and dull silver
My white horses and my ivory almonds
I guess they really got the best of us didn't they?
They said that love was enough but it wasn't
The earth shattered, the sky opened
The rain was fire but we were wooden