Who?

Who welcomes me, after my nine-month sleep is through?
Who catches me when I take my first steps to you?

Who comes to tell me everything’s all right?
Who comforts me through the many stormy nights?

Who will be there through thick and thin?
Who will be there when I fall and scrape my shin?

I’m older now, old enough to date,
Endlessly searching for my soul mate.

All of a sudden, I know I have found him,
Chances for marriage are very slim.

For his family is poor, and we are not,
But he has given me all he has got.

That’s all that matters, I don’t otherwise care,
For to me he is more precious than air.

Who will come on our wedding day?
Who will catch my wedding bouquet?

Who will welcome our child, when the time does come?
I shan’t ever forget where I come from.

Who will comfort me when my love is dead?
Who will dry my tears, when my eyes have bled?

Who comes for this widow, who lies in her bed?
I pray to the Gods that I were dead.

I see my lover and he touches my lips,
A touch of death brought by his fingertips.

Who will come and offer their prayers?
Who piles six feet of dirt in layers?

Who will forever visit my grave?
I’d rather die free, than live as a slave.

What kind of life is wishing you were dead?
It’s better to leave this world instead.

A/N: O.O No idea what inspired me to write this. Just some questions that were roaming in my head that I felt I needed to know the answers to...