(Like the old grow in their sorrow
Time elapses into absence
Like the whisper fades in clamor
Life is lost in the sea of noise
Like the air fades in the aether
Frail and gaunt in darkened thrall
Thus the old grow in their sorrow
When forsaken by all they have
Agatha was rejected by her own blood
Isolated in her own generation
Loneliness and despair her sole companion
After the disappearance of her first love)
It's been three years
He left through that very door
To the lake, one last time...
There was a storm, I know
I never saw him again
And oh, things have changed since then...
The children never show their faces anymore
Shameful at this age I should be ignored
A poor widow like me, alone in this house...
Who knows what could happen?
This solitude is a chain around my neck
A weight on my soul, a thorn in my heart
What happened to family?
What happened to home?
What happened to never being alone?