Oh how quiet the night
Some things just don't seem right
How can you live with a broken heart
Seems to me it shoud fall apart
Why do people laugh in a crowd
Why do they all seem so long
Do they not know my heart is broken
All I am left with are memories, pictures, grandkids, and inanimate tokens
I stay strong but it is so very hard to do
When some punk has taken the one you love from you
I will not bore you with the pain I feel
Just know GS readers for me it is hard to smile, laugh and live