Starry-eyed and head hung low
she had no place that she could go.
A single rose lay in her hand
and on a grave, she sat in sand.
Her only love had died that day.
She felt her life had passed away.
Tears are streaming down her face.
Hopless, helpless, out of place.
Words of comfort nowhere near
and if there was she wouldn't hear.
And "how?" she wondered "could this be?
His life has ended wiithout me."
The rose is wilting, so this her fate.
A lonely life. A broken slate.
