Living In That Lonesome Valley
No love can be found in this lonely old house,
The hardest thing in life is losing ones spouse.
But sooner or later that day it always comes,
And leaves us with only memories and loneliness from which to pull from.
And no matter what people think you never completely recover till you are reunited once more,
And can join that loved one that awaits you on Gods golden shore.
When you live with that someone special for most of your life,
Whether that someone special be husband or wife,
When the other half is taken there goes a very big part of what you are about,
The half you turn to for strength and support when you have days filled with doubt.
That is why they are called our better halves because in their hearts they hold our love,
This person God sent special, just for us and straight from up above.
So till that day comes, hold on with all your might to that one who is so precious to you,
For you may be the one left living in that old house with only those memories to get you through.
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