His child will soon come
He fills vase with mum
Brightly drawn
Still life
The child is dead born
It won’t see the morn
It is gone
Still life
He lets the child leave
He lets himself grieve
He moves on
Still life
His child will soon come
He fills vase with mum
Brightly drawn
Still life
The child is dead born
It won’t see the morn
It is gone
Still life
He lets the child leave
He lets himself grieve
He moves on
Still life