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by The Spirit of Ash Apr 11, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
She stares with no expression At the one from the courthouse That stranger whom she hates The one who took away her spouse She had won but also lost And nothing would be the same To her chest she clutches tightly To the man in the picture frame She started loosing her faith Time only deepened her sadness Sometimes she'd cry out loud In spite of her madness But when she looks at them Her children she raises alone She feels there's a helping hand From a presence unknown Soon, not even the engraving On the polished black stone Could convince her that he was gone And that she was all alone She knows he's still here He'd never leave her behind She knows this because He's not the leaving kind No he's never been that way He never turns from his heart They both know not even death Could ever keep them apart