She Walks
"She walks between this world and that ~
Searching but never finding
though she goes on anyway
Hoping, against all hope
The smell of the wind will tell you
She is out there searching away
Moaning winds blow across the lands
As the smell of her perfume pass's by
It tell's you she is out there searching
As shadows float across the moonlit skies
Her teardrops drip as though they were
midnight thunderstorms plummeting down
She was all of 16 when she took his name
It was the war that took him from her that day
She had no idea till she seen the headstone
She had come to sit beside her mother's grave
She had loved to sit there like that all day
There was a crow that just wouldn't go away
As she turned to tell it to leave her sight
She caught the name that was engraved
She touches the headstone and weeps
As she walks between this world and that
Forever more !!!!!
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2011
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