"She spoke to shadows ,for they wouldn't tell,
that she cried at night when the darkness fell.
A wife leaves this plane of existence
and a mother fades,
As once a burning fire blows to ash
and her children age.
Colors, words and sounds dance lively
through her thoughts,
as she ponders her future and
all of life's stops.
Close your eyes
a close friend pleads
see the beauty that
I see.
This life you live
is all but done.
Try to be happy,
have some fun.
Since she has lived her life for others
she'll start her fall from grace.
One last weep for those she'll let down and,
lost time she can't replace.
She spoke to shadows, for they wouldn't tell
that she cried at night, when the darkness fell."