It's Over

It's Over



It's over, finished, that's the end.

One who was my love, is only a friend.

The dreams of the mind are done, all dead.

The happiness inside is replaced with dread.



A fear to go on and try again

just to find another that will end in disdain.

Is there no justice at all for me?

How long must I go on and see



that there is no one on the great big Earth

that can see in me something of worth.

Enough that he'd want me for his wife,

and share with him the rest of his life.



I want no great forturne or many things of gold.

I want a good man that I can hold.

Who'll love me, and I'll love him too.

And always try my best to do



The things that would make him happy that day.

Thoughtful act, sweet words that would say,

"I love you my dear, morn, noon and night.

I love you my dear, with all my might."



But my love was refused, set aside.

And hunhappiness and sadeness is so hard to hide.

It's hard to go on day after day.

Trying to hide, trying not to say



the things that go on inside my mind.

The feelings of my heart all try to find

a way to pour out of my body, sore.

But the words that come out just make it hurt more.



When will it end? I wonder each day.

Dear Lord, Please take this misery away.