Standing on her deck she looks across the mountain toward the sea
She wonders if the pain will ever leave
Love is strong, stronger than the crashing waves upon the shore
It leaves her worn and battered bitter angry and forelorn
They do not understand a monument of grief cannot be born
It carries with it chains that pull her down wrapped around her ankles her flesh is bloodied with their scorn
They cannot see the agony she has become
Dressed in shades of purple, lavender and lace
She stands against the storm with gentleness and grace
She wonders if the pain will ever leave
Love is strong, stronger than the crashing waves upon the shore
It leaves her worn and battered bitter angry and forelorn
They do not understand a monument of grief cannot be born
It carries with it chains that pull her down wrapped around her ankles her flesh is bloodied with their scorn
They cannot see the agony she has become
Dressed in shades of purple, lavender and lace
She stands against the storm with gentleness and grace