The Lonely
It was early morning when I made the drive in the drizzle
Completely unaware of my surroundings.
Dazed by the wipers rhythm slapping.
An ivory white hearse passed in the opposite lane
In my daze I had almost missed it
Guilt ate me as I didn't have time to pull off in respect
I saw one lone car behind with lights on
No other cars in site
A lone car behind the dearly departed.
I turned my car and followed
followed far out into the country
into a lone cemetery the hearse stopped.
No pallbearers, No mourners
Except one.
The driver and the grave digger pulled out the casket
An old fragile woman stepped out of the car.
She grieved over the plot in the ground as I came up behind her
"Ma'am" was all I could sound out.
She sobbed and said she was the only left
Her one and only was gone
No children, no family, no friends left
"Would you mind if I stand with you?"
She shook her head
I stood with the grieving, whom I didn't know
and put my arm around her.
There is no reason for the lonely...
Completely unaware of my surroundings.
Dazed by the wipers rhythm slapping.
An ivory white hearse passed in the opposite lane
In my daze I had almost missed it
Guilt ate me as I didn't have time to pull off in respect
I saw one lone car behind with lights on
No other cars in site
A lone car behind the dearly departed.
I turned my car and followed
followed far out into the country
into a lone cemetery the hearse stopped.
No pallbearers, No mourners
Except one.
The driver and the grave digger pulled out the casket
An old fragile woman stepped out of the car.
She grieved over the plot in the ground as I came up behind her
"Ma'am" was all I could sound out.
She sobbed and said she was the only left
Her one and only was gone
No children, no family, no friends left
"Would you mind if I stand with you?"
She shook her head
I stood with the grieving, whom I didn't know
and put my arm around her.
There is no reason for the lonely...