See the young girl, alone in the dark,
No more playing, no more fun in the park,
That is you, lost in a life so stark.
See the young mother, her small face so fair,
Once there were two, she's all that remains of the pair,
That is you, all alone in your chair.
See the old woman, standing alone,
Her body so rigid, carved out of stone,
That is you, on your cold, hard throne.
See the life wasted, put out like a light,
No more time passing, you gave up the fight,
That is you, lost to the eternal night.
See this young woman, feeling so old,
Your story's familiar, it's the same one I've told,
By God I was given a bad hand to hold,
Now you know me, and I'm ready to fold.