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Description
She sits alone at night,
Accompanied by her loneliness.
It touches her hand,
And has a hold on her heart.
No one can come in,
And she can't get out.
Her savior is buried beneath the soil,
Labeled by a stone that read,
"Here Lies a Loving Husband"
Marking the beginning of her loneliness.

His soul once carried her to heaven,
And his love kept her feet on the ground,
And his pressence kept her warm,
On those cold winter nights.
Lonely was not an emotion she possessed.

She held his hand,
From day one to the end,
The night he took his last breath,
She kissed his forehead,
And whispered of her love.
His dying words,
"Don't cry for me."
And she didn't.

She sat alone at night,
Holding her loneliness tight,
But not a tear was shead.
And yet her soul bled for him.

Description
She sits alone at night,
Accompanied by her loneliness.
It touches her hand,
And has a hold on her heart.
No one can come in,
And she can't get out.
Her savior is buried beneath the soil,
Labeled by a stone that read,
"Here Lies a Loving Husband"
Marking the beginning of her loneliness.

His soul once carried her to heaven,
And his love kept her feet on the ground,
And his pressence kept her warm,
On those cold winter nights.
Lonely was not an emotion she possessed.

She held his hand,
From day one to the end,
The night he took his last breath,
She kissed his forehead,
And whispered of her love.
His dying words,
"Don't cry for me."
And she didn't.

She sat alone at night,
Holding her loneliness tight,
But not a tear was shead.
And yet her soul bled for him.