She looks silently
out the window
at the storm clouds rolling in
although she loves storms
nothing can cheer her up
sitting silently
looking at his picture
she begins to cry
you should have never said yes,
yes, such a stupid word
ending all of your happiness
you sent him away
now he is dead
killed in a foreign place
her soul is dying
never forgetting
she cold have kept him home and safe
but slowly she loses control
not wanting to live
with her dying soul
