As I looked at your innocent face I felt guilt
You were so small and so quiet and shy
You were only four
You were the baby
And now you didn't have a mother
Too young to ever really know her
You don't understand what is happening
You look in the casket as our father holds you
She's dead but you think she is sleeping
And again the gilt hits me
It isn't fair why do you have to suffer so young
Four short years you had with her
I had more time with her
I have the ability to remember
It saddens me so much
My poor baby you don't understand
But in the end I am glad
I'd hate too see you suffer if you really knew
--For the baby my little sister Cristal the joy and heart of the family
