Silent night
Holy night
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon virgin, mother and child
holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace...
Sleep...
In heavenly peace...
A single tear all but slid down Mary-Ann's face after she sang in her room until she broke down into tears, her twenty-six wounds throbbing with pain.
Her spirit broken.
Just like her sister's before her.
Never forget...