Anyone could hear it in half a heartfelt cry
How you got this way, one can only guess why
Unique in the roads you’ve wandered down to
Your eyes speak of the lives lived for those other than you
A lonely tone quivers up through a vocal swell
Articulating a despondency that only you could spell
And one can only guess why…
Without intrusion steeling the colors the story paints
Even as liquor cuts through a few iron restraints
Your soft-spoken word reveals an intellect unsurpassed
By most commoners who have come this way and passed
Without saying much, you reveal an eminence of grace
Refinement once made your life a tranquil place
Cambridge in London where your education took place
Riches once brought the comforts you now humbly embrace
An understated beauty your years daintily reveal…
It seems you just need more time to heal…
And one can only guess why…
Mary Elizabeth… your an unfinished story unwritten and undone…
How I wished I could have written the story almost told by one…
Perhaps in the future, in a place outside of oblivion …
The opportunity will come… Perhaps it will come…
Your story… the untold story… finally told by the 'unwritten one'…
