She was so prudent
In her earlier days
Innocent in her approach
Youthful with a curious mind
Sending off the signals
Far into the dark
So nervously in her chair
She is waiting for a glint of light
Gazing into the unknown
Into the black emptiness
Alone in silent hours
As age passing by
Hour become days become years
Grey hair count the days
Oh.I will miss the green meadows
And not this rugged table
The wood is burnt out
The coffee is cold
The endless wait
Has left her dry
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