That was the day she lost,
Lost to the world that cost,
Cost her dear son's life,
Son's life and even son's wife.
She wandered the world all alone,
Alone she saw only scraps and bones,
Bones of her very own strong man,
Man who always said 'I can'.
Slowly her soul stirred everything in her,
In her, it made her vision blur,
Blur was the scene of the world then,
Then, there were no women, no men.
She passed away, too, agonisingly slow,
Slow was the final death blow,
Blow away the world that once had a story,
Story of that world will shine in glory.
