She was a fine young woman, strong and gifted, if your spirits were down, she'd find a way to up lift it, She was the kind of person, whom you could all ways depend. She was also a lovely mother, to her beautiful kids. Don't many of us know what happened to her. How many of us bothered? Welcome Mr. Hughes. (nodding) I suppose you're her father. . . She lived an usual life, the kind that makes a person ask why? But still, it was only a matter of time, before she'd die. In that tiny apartment of hers, with one window, and a thin dusty curtain, I imagine she lonely, and sometimes hurtin'. . . Beautiful woman. Lived alone. kids grown up. And out on their own. -- Stop! Don't shed one tear for her! She's already gone! I suppose many of you could have been a friend, well, she was always alone. Her youth she spent fighting for exsistence in this cold cruel world, "unprotected" from harm, Welcome Ms. Hughes. . . (nodding) I suppose you're her mom. I can reluctantly say she found happiness, And at least a few friends, She asked that they be buried with her. -- Paper And Pen. I won't shed a tear for her. Because it was her life. Perhaps had I been of some use. I could have aided her, in avoiding such strife. An old lover, rage, revenge, and a knife. What can I say about life? -- It's short. We Won't resort to tears. When was the last time you saw her? -- Its been a few years. I dont know, maybe she wanted it that way, what can I say? I suppose a funeral, is why you are here today. Is there anything you could give her now? But your tears? -- But don't feel disgraced. her eyes died years ago, inside her haunting blank face.
Reason for writing:
hmm what would your funeral be like? <br><br><a href="http://www.fortunecity.com/lavender/hawkslane/986/index.htm"> All About Me
Birth sign: Libra
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