She looks up at the stars with hopeful eyes
And wonders how the kids are doing
They don’t call much anymore

No-one’s there to see here cry
It’s just as well she thinks
She wouldn’t want that anyway

Lines of life etched deeply
on a face that's seen it all
She still hears their laughter
echo through that big old house
And silence overcomes her
when she turns out the light
Alone with just
her memories tonight

Sunday morning service she arrives
And sits up in the front row
Just like she always has

Forty-years ago today he died
The only man she ever loved
They promised they’d grow old together

Lines of love are showing
With the heartache and the pain
She fights her tears and prays
they’ll be together once again
She vows when she gets home
that she won’t turn out the lights
and be alone with just
her memories tonight

The papers pile up outside her door
No-ones’ seen her for awhile now
Nobody seems to care

People are so caught up anymore
That’s just the way it is
Nobody gives a damn

The lines of life were cut away
When no one took the time
or reached out with open arms
To see if she was doing allright
And I guess her prayers were answered
'Cause she didn’t turn out the light
She's not alone with just
her memories tonight

 

Copyright ©2005 Edwin Dante Larson