She’s Lonely

Do you ever wonder why a woman

Would stand upon this ledge?

Looking down at certain death

Gives the lady an undeniable edge.

Now as she sits upon the throne

With nobody sitting beside..

She wonders if maybe she lost it all

To her never ending pride?

Now she’s lonely like the cut you got

That cold November day,

When suddenly, and surprisingly

She took it all away.

She’s lonely like the drop of rain

Gently put upon the ground

Unable to move in any direction

Never, ever found.

She’s lonely like the day is long

Wanting peace of mind.

Whispering of a love not found

That she most likely will not find.