Snapped like a twig from life
Thieving are the Otherworldly...
To steal her presence from me
I care little who I crank
Now so little reason to thank
They didn't allow me to go fore
To galantly open the door
No, they plunged her into uncertainty
Thereby they toy with my sanity
To add to my disgrace
Death laughs in my face
Whilst I die inside
He courts his new Bride
Carrying her over the threshold
As my blood runs cold
Missing my dearest wife
Snapped like a twig from life
Copyrighted Jerry Langdon 2015
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