Her child rests in her lap.

When the world rejoices for the coming year,
She weeps for the  passing soul
A soul she bears dear in heart,
But what could a mortal do
When Death lays its icy hands
Upon her innocent child?

When the world swirls to the rhythm,
She harkens to the clinging bells
Reminding her heart has pierced.
As the burning torch touches his body
And wipes off his last attachment
The flame hushes her laments. 

She embraces her child in her lap
And sings a  lullaby to lull him to sleep
Her child rests in her lap
Her child isn't the one they mourn for ;
Her child rests in serenity
Her child isn't the one in flames.

When the world goes on with their chore,
She shalt melancholy lament in vigil;
Was she a sinner  of yore?
What compels her gem to befall such fate
And  cry the mother's cry;
Who shalt shield her at age?

She embraces her child in her lap
And sings a  lullaby to lull him to sleep
Her child rests in her lap
Her child isn't the one they mourn for ;
Her child rests in serenity
Her child isn't the one in flames.