Seven Sorrows

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