Shes cold in her frozen paisley dress
Sitting next to the stone she worships so much
Bringing back her true feelings of love
And the misery that comes behind it for his touch.
Tears ice her dry, pale skin
For he is out of her reach, so far in the ground
But yet he still holds her in everyone of her dreams
For that is when she is sleeping so sound.
To touch this resting stone so lightly
Makes her wish it would open up to his world
Filling her head with his beautiful music
But taking her mind and leaving it knurled.
Wishing his presence would awaken for a last dance
To give her some kind of hope for the after life
But she is still sitting next to his precious stone
His beautiful and forever widowed wife.
She says a little prayer to the man she still loves
Keeping her head bowed and her hands folded
Her eyes will forever be stained with the tears for him
And his heart into hers, it will always be molded.
For she won't move on past a love so divigne
He was hers to love and to take as her own
So here is where she will have to stay seated
To keep his love close, and worship his stone.