The Great Yin-Yang Master

A black, black coffin, long, long nails,

A tiny child, all alone,

White, white snow, bright, bright stars,

The child grows up and goes off to war.

Coffin Baby, Coffin Baby, no father and no mother.

Coffin Baby, Coffin Baby, no friends and no home.

This nursery rhyme followed me throughout my childhood. It was also where my tragedy began.