Broken Life

There was no need for sending funeral cards,
To share my grief with everyone.
When I lost a friend, being near my heart;
They would have thought it overdone.
Cause they couldn't imagine, what she meant to me.
And I might be guessed to be soft.
I had never dwelled on it, how it would be,
When I once would have to see my baby off.

How I've been crying for this broken life,
When I had to let her pass away.
How did it touch me, when I closed her eyes.
And made me crying on for days.

Last time I really saw her getting low,
After being faithful for many years.
And it would bring about a shock to me, knowing,
That her unavoidable end was near.
And I was placed in a dilemma, that I can't tell;
Had to choose between life and death.
I got guilt feelings, when I caught myself
In thinking of getting another cat.

How I've been crying for this broken life,
When I had to let her pass away.
How did it touch me, when I closed her eyes.
And made me crying on for days.
Where ever did all those tears derive?
Whatever did she bring about,
That I've been crying for her broken life,
That I was entirely put out.

Ooh...
How I've been crying for this broken life.