Late this night she waits alone she tries to accept the truth.
The pain is intense her heart is so sore and bruised
Wishing that the sadness had not come for its claim so soon.
One life is so short so many things left to say and do.
Crying softly for the one who cannot return
Through the rain she sees a face he’s laughing in happy play.
The face of a child, the child on a sunny day.