"Pale is the canvas Dust-filled lies the brush She sees no point nor has a reason The old instruments untouched She used to fondly paint the stars And frame the firmaments But when he travelled far away She lost all will to live" That morning you won't forget Filled with mourning Equal anger and words of regret Inside, a foul tempest storming Tried to endure those endless tears Those torrents so painful Colossal cries piercing the silence Fading to nothing, only solitude Grieving! Bereaving! Yearning! Forever! Broken! Despondent! Crestfallen! Eternally! My beloved husband lies in the ground A cold shell, an empty vessel carrying dust My betrothed for all eternity is no more Elation is forlorn, my will to live is lost Night of peace, morning of despair No comfort, no words of solace Given or spoken, no one was there "Till death do us part" was the promise In an instant you are left alone Forever in solitude Memories speaks in your home Whispers of solitude There is no relief amongst your weeping Only loss of endurance and pain There is no relief amongst your weeping Only loss of endurance and ache Grieving! Bereaving! Yearning! Forever! Broken! Despondent! Crestfallen! Eternally! My beloved husband lies in the ground A cold shell, an empty vessel carrying dust My betrothed for all eternity is no more Elation is forlorn, my will to live is lost