An old lady sits
on the bed in her room
a life full color
now turned into gloom
In her hands holds a picture
Inside an old broken frame
a picture of two friends
no older then ten
But she can't understand
did she marry this man
got married they did
even had a kid
Loved each other so much
but somehow lost touch.
He got sick one day
and he went away
He said I love you dear
and without sheding a tear
he closed his eyes
and peacfully died.
So as time passes on
she forgets that he's gone
can't remember his life
but knows she's a wife
But she still doesn't know
she became The Widow
