Natasha Foster - All Alone

Alone is what she's used to,
Alone is what she knows.
Alone, not having much to do,
Alone is how she goes.

Alone she turns white,
Alone she turns cold.
Alone, she sees the light,
Alone, not yet old.

Alone, she makes the journey,
But she'll be alone no more.
She journeys into Heaven,
And there, she'd like to see you.

Natasha Foster

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