B. R. Hornsby

You lie over there in a bed with iron rails
Like a frightened child in the cold light, so frail
Things were going so well,just rolling along
Now, just when you think you got it all made,
You think it's all gone

China Doll, I've got something for you
A few good words, a hand to help you get through
May not be much, but now it's all that I can do
Lay down your weary head
Do whatever you gotta do

Put on your strong face when they're in the room
Can't show signs of weakness; an unspoken rule
Put on your strong face, act like nothing'