The hour late, the night is dark
She listens to the rain
It taps upon the new-laid roof
A tedious refrain

She tries to close her tear-stained eyes
Though sleep is but a dream
The pain and loss tears at her heart
Poignant, intense, extreme

The echo of His voice remains
His scent it lingers yet
The image of His bearded face
Is one she can’t forget

A day might pass, a month, a year
Her pain will never fade
She mourns the absense of His touch
She knows the price she’s paid

And still she knows it had to be
For she is not the one
She only hopes He’ll find His peace
Before His time is done

Another woman holds Him now
She knew He could not stay
Thank God her love was strong enough
To send Him on His way