She has seven sorrows for each day of the week in a life that lives on and on
She has seven sorrows she dare not speak of to anyone
She has seven sorrows that won't let her leave the casualties of war
She has seven sorrows that can never grieve for what they really are
I didn't want
This violated bed
A broken face
Your lies in my head
What you can't re-place
My fantasy of you
The anguish when I knew
Your part in my seven sorrows
She has seven sorrows that softly cried when they gave themselves to me
Now I have seven sorrows and the little girl is free