Last night, they were said, just three little...
But this morning, they're stains on my heart...

As I stand at the door of our once happy home
Dipped in dark shadows and here all alone...

Tears slip from dark eyes of sorrow
To rest upon a cheek so fair...

Upon the ear there comes a whisper
Tainted words that fail to ease...

Little Gertie was so dirty
But wouldn't take a bath...

We see them sleeping in the alleys
Cardboard boxes are their homes...

It wasn't just a heart he broke
That day he said goodbye...

The bottle dangles from limp hands
Upon the cold ground it now falls...

As butterflies encircled her
She twirled upon meadow's green...

Upon my heart a glimmer light
fades to a shade of gray...

They say a friend will know your need
Will stand beside you when you grieve...

When love has died in just one soul
The other's left to bare the pain...