She playes her harp to the saddest tune,
To match the raindrops that will fall very soon.
She feels tied down by puppet strings,
Left alone to feel pity and other things.
The day he left when it started to snow,
Even if just for a minute, they did not know.
He never saw the driver, on the wrong side of the road.
Never saw the drunken man, a 6-pack as his load.
She got the phone call saying that he was soon to die,
She fell to her knees, sobbing, "why?"
She went to his coat pocket, and she felt a tiny thing,
She let out a gasp, the thing she felt was a ring.
The could have had together, a most wonderful life.
Could had spent it together, happily bound as husband and wife
Now alone, she played her harp to the saddest tune,
Eves blurry with tears as she watches the moon.
Thinks of her lost love, a drunken driver as his doom.
