My sorrow was born on the battle ground.
It came as my one true love lost his life,
Trying to stop a villanous lowlife.
They came, they fought, they died without a sound.
My screams echoed as I fell to the ground.
My lovers green eyes, once full of life,
now clouded and closing without a strife.
"I love you, Ginny," he said so profound.

That’s how I lost my Harry and my joy.

I see a pair of green eyes once again,
Belonging to a baby, my baby.
A wee girl with black hair and rosy cheeks.
What was lost was recovered once again,
To cheer me up once more, so it may be.
I was happy for the first time in weeks.