Charm

The night she was born, her father died When his car was struck by a train Trying to get home to his laboring bride But this news would drive her insane Her thirteenth birthday, again, she's alone It was Friday, the thirteenth day Alzheimer's held her grandmother captive And her grandfather would pass away People would whisper she brought bad luck Cursed by the day she was born The object of their own superstitions A victim of prejudical scorn A rabbit's foot couldn't bring her comfort For when she held it, things would get worse The four leaf clover would crumble to dust And seemed to only strenthen the curse Nineteen-sixty-three her luck would change When she met the love of her life But he was killed on his way to the church Before he could make her his wife She was destined to spend her life all alone To keep her loved ones from harm The day she was born would hold her hostage For she had no good luck charm Everything she touched would wither and die Til the time she was summoned by death Ninety years old on Friday the thirteenth Was the day she drew her last breath