My Cat's in the Cradle

My Cat’s in the Cradle                Dedicated to one of my best friends, who committed suicide

My Cat’s in the cradle,

In the coffin, six feet deep.

Gently rocking in

An everlasting sleep.

I used to open up my email

To find her loving letters.

When I was feeling down,

She’d always make it better.

One day the roles were reversed,

And she was feeling low.

She wanted to end it,

To let her life go.

I tried to tell her she was loved

But I guess she never heard.

So I’ll sing to my sweet sister,

And hope she hears my words.

Now my Cat’s in the cradle,

In the coffin, six feet deep.

I wish I could sing her awake,

Instead of singing her to sleep.