When Lilly was a young lady she was envied by all,
a father quite wealthy and the belle of each ball.
She married, had children, and the family did well,
but she outlived them all and now life is hell.
Her husband passed on, but the children were there,
but to live past their death just doesn't seem fair.
Now she sits and rocks on her front porch each day,
praying that at least their memories will stay.
People walk by her mansion and see her each day,
envy her wealth and wish they lived that way.
To be able to just sit there with a nurse by her side
having no clue that each day she has cried.
Lilly has the faith she will be with them once more,
prays God for mercy to end lifes hard chore.
Still, they walk by her mansion and see her each day
envying her wealth and wishing they lived that way
