SadSong

I Have To Write The Saddest Song

I have to write the saddest song
A juke box (Ipod) ever played.
I have to make the words cut deep
Just like the sharpest blade.
I have to write a melody
That sends chills deep inside.
I have to let the people know
Why I broke down and cried.

            And when they hear this song, on a juke box (Ipod) or radio
           They'll know that I was shattered by just one crushing blow.
            They'll know the pain I suffered; how it ruined my life.
            I have to write the saddest song of the death of my lovely wife.

Our friends have left us for tonight,
We're here alone again.
But they'll be back tomorrow for
The funeral Mass at ten.
Although my hands are trembling,
'Cause yours are as cold as steel,
I have to write down all the words
To show just how I feel.
                                                   I have to write the saddest song;
                                                    That's something I must do.
                                                    I have to write the saddest song
                                                    As my farewell to you.

    And when they hear this song, on a juke box (Ipod) or radio
    They'll know that I was shattered by just one crushing blow.
    They'll know the pain I suffered; how it ruined my life.
    I have to write the saddest song of the death of my lovely wife.

Good bye, Darling. I love you.

© Al Borowski 1999