What I know of the woman next door
The woman next door, I knew her well
She use to come out from where she dwells
Full of life she use to be
Believed in all, she believed in me
What I know of the woman next door
A mother she was, the best of all
She loved her child, parenting her call
A friend she was, always stood tall
She would catch her friends each time they would fall.
What I knew of the woman next door
She spoke her mind, and loudly I must agree
She stood by her convictions to a "t"
She would not let many in for fear of being deserted
Some called her a bitch, I would say assertive.
What I knew of the woman next door
She did not mind being in the shadows at times
When you where at your lowest and drowning, she always dropped a line.
One day, she woke up and needed a hand
No one was found, Not one woman or man,
She looked all around to those she had been bound
Not one single friend could be found.
What I knew of the woman next door.
She wanted to turn to the one she loved the most
But he comes and goes as if he were a ghost
Comes in he does, full of promise and love
She pined away for him as her destined love from above
What I know of the woman next door
I watched her demise, I watched her fall
With all my might, to her I called
She could not hear, would not listen at all
As she sat on the floor, crying, "who could I call"
What I knew of the woman next door
Who would answer her in time of need?
I called to her, but she could not see me.
I yelled her name but it fell on deaf ears
Why won't she hear me, why won't she look my way?
I want to call to her again, but what would I say?
Come closer, I yell, come look in my eyes
See the woman I know you are inside
Find your strength I yell
I see her lips mumble "go to hell"
What I knew of the woman next door
I asked her once, "what happened to you, the sweet woman I once knew"
She told me many had changed her, it was not just one.
She told me she knew all of them and named them one by one.
The woman next door, so sad and alone
Depression is her only home.
Finally, the woman next door came to me
Looked in my eyes, ohh the hurt then anger in her eyes I did see
With all that rage, she shattered me
So that she would not have to look in my eyes
And see her own reflection that she now despised
Now I can not see the woman next door
As the mirror now lays shattered on the floor.
Clw 3/2/07
