Her days are cold
The nights grow long.
She moves about her room remembering times that are long gone.
She feels so young but she knows the truth.
As she stares into the dull and faceless town that stole her youth.
When she was young, her passion soared.
Her life was filled with friends and loves and childish awe.
Bet now they've gone, she is alone.
It seems that's all she's ever known.
Her husband died. Her children moved.
She watched her friends fall down one by one as she will soon.
Their distant lives are trapped in tears that fall
And even in the dark - her darkest hour - she hears them call.
When she was young the world seemed new.
How could she know that life would last like morning dew.
But now she's old, she lives alone
It seems like all she's ever known.
It feels like all she'll ever know.