"Pale is the canvas
Dust-filled lies the brush
She sees no point nor has a reason
The old instruments untouched
She used to fondly paint the stars
And frame the firmaments
But when he travelled far away
She lost all will to live"
That morning you won't forget
Filled with mourning
Equal anger and words of regret
Inside, a foul tempest storming
Tried to endure those endless tears
Those torrents so painful
Colossal cries piercing the silence
Fading to nothing, only solitude
Grieving! Bereaving!
Yearning! Forever!
Broken! Despondent!
Crestfallen! Eternally!
My beloved husband lies in the ground
A cold shell, an empty vessel carrying dust
My betrothed for all eternity is no more
Elation is forlorn, my will to live is lost
Night of peace, morning of despair
No comfort, no words of solace
Given or spoken, no one was there
"Till death do us part" was the promise
In an instant you are left alone
Forever in solitude
Memories speaks in your home
Whispers of solitude
There is no relief amongst your weeping
Only loss of endurance and pain
There is no relief amongst your weeping
Only loss of endurance and ache
Grieving! Bereaving!
Yearning! Forever!
Broken! Despondent!
Crestfallen! Eternally!
My beloved husband lies in the ground
A cold shell, an empty vessel carrying dust
My betrothed for all eternity is no more
Elation is forlorn, my will to live is lost