His white head is bowed with the weight of his age
The blue eyes gaze far from the room
His sadness is etched in more than his face
And his heart beats a deep mournful tune
The friend of his youth, the passion of his soul
No longer she whispers her love
Her face shows the smile of the morgue owner's hand
Her lips mind a sad mourning dove
Where is the answer to an old broken heart
How do you wipe tears from the soul
Where do you go when the end of the road
Makes you stand alone in the cold
Why does death leave no flowers behind
Who says the pain ever ends
What do you say to the one who is left
Love isn't love til it bends
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