She sat by herself
So they came to join her.
She sat and stared
They were only annoying her.
They asked, she spoke.
She thought, "Is this a joke?"
They came to her every time
They always tried to make her smile.
She never asked for them to redeem her then.
And when they came to be her only friends,
She told them to go so she could make amends.
Over her head and around her throat
At last, the time to meet her folks.
Somewhere among the weary souls taken
You'll find her at her final destination.
