Once beautiful always beautiful
I see you the old women in the street
The one nobody speaks to or chooses to greet
Pushing your life around in a metal cart
Picking up and saving the pieces as it fell apart
I see your long burnished grey hair
The red lipstick you still care to wear
I feel your pain from when you lost your love
It resonates all around and from above
At times I hear you say his name
You speak to him again and again
But nobody answers no one replies
Years have passed since you said your goodbyes
You hold on to hope and bury your scream
Try to look your best and dream your dream
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