A garden of award winning roses,
With a gate that automatical closes
Should one step towards it, night or day
No adults stroll here nor do children play

A house made for a family, always empty
No one there only cobwebs a plenty
Painted pretty outside but dark and dirty inside
No one wants to enter to the door is open wide

A woman sit at a window beautiful to the eyes
But she knows not how to smile and God knows she tries
Pain is her only companion forever close
No one is around for her to tell her woes

If you pass by this avenue you can't help here
Cause the gates will close you out in fear
The house will turn you even further away
And she will stay lonely yet another day