He may be your soul mate but you might not be his.
She lies now on a bed of stone. Cold and all alone.
But a smile plays upon her lips.
As she dies and her soul slips.
Some say she was crazy.
I say she kind.
To giver her soul.
But keep her mind.
To give to him.
The one she loves.
And be alone.
For her love was her home.
Now death upon her face so fair.
The other couple can only stare.
And wonder how she could care.
Tried to make the world happy.
And all she got was death and pain.
But if asked she would do it again.