Dearest Stranger,
If you really knew me you'd know my tragedy. I'm simple and small, so easy to fall. Surrounded by heart ache, I can never get a break. He's gone and it's ripping me apart, He use to call me his sweetheart.From the day we got married, it was the love that we carried. Now he's looking over me, but it's him I can no longer see. Although this is my tragedy, I am only one of many.
