To all young hearts, bought and sold.
Broken, shattered, and made of gold.
Have you ever watched your love die.
Have you seen tears of sand in her eyes.
Did you ever feel her grasp let go.
Did you see her blood drain of flow.
To all you who pretend, reading here.
To all you who think, you know how and where.
Have you ever been in the death ambulance.
Have you held her hand without a glance.
Life happens like that, you see.
Happened to me, not a chance to plea.
I traveled often, with her and thee.
So many times, angels entered her grave.
How many times would she be so brave.
More than a dozen, through the heartache years.
Finally a thirteenth chariot, did fill, with tears and fears.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018.