And she did sing and the chorus with in harmony,

All did feel safe in the warm room,

Where devils were not welcome,

When time it came to leave and she was alone,

Being quiet and still then her heart was so loud,

And devils feast on crying souls,

The birds came to her as she dished out crumbs,

Beaks and eyes and feathers and ripples,

The Sunday sun fell and the colours were left,

Some things last a lifetime.