Her body laid in a coffin
Did they know she was still alive
The walls seemed to get smaller
She was squeezed like her lungs
She screamed about with the little air she had
But all she heard was dirt and rocks being thrown above her
Some dirt fell like dust onto her face
She took her dainty arms and pushed up on the coffin lid
She cried and wailed for help
Scratching at the lid
Why can't they hear her
The air seemed to fade and she grew weak
Her body turned pale and lips lost their rosey color
She gasped for air her body laid still
All at once her body gave out
She was in the home where she was laid to be
