SHE SEEMED SO SAD AND LONELY
AS SHE WAS SITTING THERE,
NO ONE SEEMED TO BOTHER,
NO ONE SEEMED TO CARE.
SOMETIMES IT DIDN’T MATTER
THAT SHE WAS ALL ALONE,
SHE’D PLEASE HERSELF JUST WHAT SHE DID
WHEN SHE WAS ON HER OWN.
BUT SOMETIMES ON A WINTERS NIGHT
THERE’S SOME THINGS SHE WOULD MISS,
LOVING ARMS TO HOLD HER,
OR SOMEONE JUST TO KISS.
IT ALWAYS SEEMED LIKE OLD AGE
COULD REALLY BE A PAIN,
IF ONLY SHE COULD SEE HER LOVE
JUST ONE MORE TIME AGAIN.
TAKEN FROM HER LONG AGO
AND LEFT ALL ON HER OWN,
WAITING FOR THE DAY TO COME
WHEN SHE TOO WOULD BE GONE.