They spoke of her undying spirit,
while it crumbled inside her being,
she smiled with the sunshine for them,
and cried somewhere deep within.
They spoke of her spunk and laugh,
she stashed her sadness away,
she sang songs so they could dance,
and her paining feet stood still.
They lauded her love for sunflowers,
some wilted daffodils she loved,
she ran in the rain and they smiled,
her tears were washing down.
They still speak of her spirit,
and she smiles and walks along,
her wall is still intact she knows,
and that spirit is crumbling on.