My heart is heavy for Big Sister; I took her away from death, but I know her life is not mine.
My heart is heavy for Big Sister, she has the whole world ahead of her, but her future is as bleak as no tomorrow.
My heart is heavy for Big Sister, one night she owns the world, the next day, she is a pile of meat and fur unable to stand on her own.
My heart is heavy for Big Sister. We did our best, and will still be, but this time, she might need even more.
My heart is heavy for the Mobsters. All they want is a little love, but that little love is now pouring down on just one.
My heart is heavy for the colonies. All the pouches that they hope for, might be their only luck, but their tummies will be empty tonight, and tomorrow, or another day.
My heart is heavy for the future. If I am to keep the sanctuary and its Mobsters alive, I have to go and work, but I cannot be two places at one time.
My heart is heavy to ask. I have asked too many, but I cannot do it on my own.
My heart is heavy to look forward, but life goes on, and so should I.
My heart is heavy, but here I stand, wield my sword, and fight.