Life slowly fades infront of her

Her worries are with her sorrow
Hoping for a better morrow
Her dreams are with the dirt
They only seem to make her hurt
Her love for life slow fades away
But her pain grows each, and everyday
Her problems become greater
And as the night grows later
All she can do is sit, with her worries and sorrows
Knowing, that there will never be a better morrow.