The months pass by slowly,
The hours elongated by pain.
All my past, the depths of my love, seem in vain.
For all is now lost, swept away in a grim, ruthless bomb.

I saw him the night ere he died,
And I was found.
And then I saw his body lying wasted on the ground.

Tears streamed down my face,
My heart stopped its happy race,
And little kept me alive.

But for his child would I be dead;
Lying in tears on an otherwise empty bed.
But instead I have lived
To cry another day.