Alfie

Yes there is no one home
And she wants to be alone
She was born in 1955
And no one cared if she were alive
The daughter of the devil
And the sister of a saint
The niece of a wise, loving and joyful man
And the granddaughter of angels giving love and gifts a plenty
The wife of a kind and wondrous man
And the mother of a prodigy child
She lived in fear
And wanted peace
Her whole life long she searched for death
Until the prodigy child was born
She put the death quest on hold
But when the prodigy child grew to be a woman
And mother was sure she was to bloom
She decided her purpose was fulfilled
And again wanted to resume her quest
So long put off the search for death
But people they could give no rest
And assured her that they knew what was best
No one would let her die
They showed no compassion
She knew the time would come sometime soon
She needed space, she needed room
She begged for some understanding
But Baker act they threatened her
And foolproof methods they seemed so foolish
And this story goes untold
Until the end we will see it unfold