For the Littlest Angels (Inspired by One Who Got Away)

I'm feeling overwhelmed; I can't seem to get ahead No progress has been made; my sense of dread even more widespread Last Christmas... it wasn't so great Never got around to buying that extra stocking, and now I guess it's too late We had names picked out; everything was going fine But something went seriously wrong, and now we're going out of our fucking minds I don't what's worse: the grief that we repress... Or the fact that people won't stop giving their goddamned condolences Well I tried to get by... The hardest thing I had to face: a pride and joy I'll never embrace Perhaps we made the announcement too soon But how were we supposed to guess? And now we're stressed and guilt-consumed Maybe we just need some time alone to cry, regroup and lick our wounds There's nothing sadder than a death-filled womb How was anyone to presume? I guess there'll be no baby boom... If you would have stuck it out-delivery might have sucked... But to end up in our loving arms, life wouldn't be so rough I believe in karma (and) everything happens for a reason Intellectually I'm cool, but emotionally I'm reeling Still struggling to figure out how to memorialize our lost angel