She walks alone down the lonely street
Tears falling down her rose colored cheek
She cries out in desperation, she cries out in pain, in hopes to find comfort in the rain
The old man weathered from the years
Sits and watches, as he remembers his own darkened fears
He lifts his bottle, and takes a drink, In one last effort to forget his fate
Two lost souls trying to understand, what has become of this so called plan
Life was to be simple, joyous and grand, to be shared with a loved one hand in hand
They each lost a lover, her husband, his wife
Now alone on this cold dark night
They were brought together by a force unknown, to find that love is not forlorn
Together they walk down the street
Hand in Hand
No longer they weep

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