Lonely Lady

The lonely one sits by her window each day
She looks out to the street at each passing her way.
She longs to connect with the world outside.
She remembers the day when she was a new bride.
Her cats are gathered at her feet and they stare.
Knowing she will feed then if they seem to care.

The strangers go by with lives of their own.
Her face is quite wrinkled, kids call her a crone.
They don’t understand the source of her pain
She longs for the husband who said he’d remain
Faithful and loving and kind and strong
But he went off to war and was gone for too long.

He promised to return and give her a son.
He couldn’t have known the kid had a gun.
She never believed that the war fought was just
She hardened her heart and learned not to trust
She sits alone looking out her window each day
Longing for kindness from any who passes her way.

Too many times she has prayed for death’s dark embrace.
She looks out again for a friendly new face.
Will anyone know if she ceases to be?
She feels a pain she thinks all can see.
The world goes by, each stranger moves on.
And only her cats would know she was gone.

The world is strange and I guess it is true
That each of us needs to see through
The masks of the lonely that hide such pain
Where broken hearts and hurt remain
For only a smile can brighten a day
Let’s keep the lonely from going away.