I saw her there alone sitting at a little bar
How she fumled and plated with her glass
Her eyes were deeply simply miles away
A once woman of such sophisicated class
Weathered now some her very face of love
Non one to hesitate to help friends and family
Deep in thought she turned that glass ever slowly
And oh how she looked so very all alone to me
Not in any way it was the kind of loneliness
That a romantic night of love could ever mend
But a whole life of giving her very all and more
Always having been all she could for family and friend
She was away out there in mind and meditation
Taking some time to wonder and think about it all
As if she simply did not know what it was all about
And sadly as if reading the writing now upon the wall
Her fingers were so long and beautiful shaped
Her nails had been so delicatly and neatly painted
Her face demonstrated such love tenderness and care
But time and life this angel it had over time tainted
As if way better times and days they had been many
And over time for help it was her that they'd call
But here she was playing with a half filled glass
As if reading the writing now upon her very own wall.