This is an attempt at a song, I was attending a funeral and listen to a widow telling everyone how great her husban was, first time, I ever heard her say anything good about him....

How much pain will hold you
Until the day I die
this I will question but I don’t
want to know why

In the hours of our living
seldom do you do
anything but cry but
just how much pain will hold you
until the day I die

Wonder of the birth of children
in my tired loving eyes
angels continue to guide me but
just how much pain will hold you
until the day I die

Stop down at the bar room
drink my fill of the lies but
just how much pain will hold you
until the day I die

Work all of my evenings
long times into the day but
just how much pain will hold you
until the day I die

Raised three that are
a blessing to the world but
just how much pain will hold you
until the day I die

Each day you add more burdens
tearing away my insides but
just how much pain will hold you
until the day I die

I ask what I did to deserve this
Here is your reply, you married me but
just how much pain will hold you
until the day I die

A candle burns on both ends of the lie
and the tears are all gone now, but
just how much pain will hold you
until the day that I die

They close the lid on the coffin
as my soul floats to the sky
I hear the widow talking’
telling those sweet widow lies

Just how much…