I cried like a lonesome girl,
And prayed for a better day,
When the world made me swirl,
And things went my way.
For nothing was close to right,
And hope was fading out of sight.
As fast as the widow cried,
My brittle heart almost died.
But as I opened up my eyes,
My weary eyes did not cry.
For he was there,
Breathing in blessed air.
He held me tight,
And kissed me goodnight.
