In her grave she lays,
never took her first breath,
never opened those delicate eyes,
never held in her mother's arms.
In her grave she rests,
never kissed on the forehead by her father,
never smiled toothless,
never shown off to loved ones.
In her grave she sleeps,
never able to take her first steps,
never touched her toys,
never stuffed her tiny belly.
In her grave she will lay cold,
in her mother's daily thoughts,
in her father's memories,
in her sister's dreams.
In her grave her body lies,
in heaven her soul strives.