They'll never see her cry though he has gone away some think she'll rue the day ,that love came her way. The invitations were sent near and far and the gifts have been returned no one will see how she grieves inside, as meories deeply burn.She believed in love so faithfully and was hurt so cruel.She's forsaken thoughts of a wedding day and thinks of dreams as the consoler of fools.She looks dazed and sad ,some folks hear her sigh ,friends say she looks tired and should go away. But they'll never see her cry as time passes from that day.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
They'll never see her cry though he has gone away some think she'll rue the day ,that love came her way. The invitations were sent near and far and the gifts have been returned no one will see how she grieves inside, as meories deeply burn.She believed in love so faithfully and was hurt so cruel.She's forsaken thoughts of a wedding day and thinks of dreams as the consoler of fools.She looks dazed and sad ,some folks hear her sigh ,friends say she looks tired and should go away. But they'll never see her cry as time passes from that day.