A lonely soul...

A lonely soul sits waiting,
in the cold autumn sun.
Too faithful to leave,
Too frightened to run.

She's been here for says now,
with nothing to do.
But sit all alone,
waiting for you.

She's sure you'll come back,
and that's why she stays.
How long will she suffer?
How many more days?

Her heart has grown weak,
her soul will now cry.
She's sick now from loneliness,
and falls with a sigh.

She lays down her head,
and closes her eyes.
Oh, I wish you could see,
how a lonely soul dies...