Till Death do we part
But that's not nearly enough
For I will be with her

Even after we are gone
She left
She left

My co dependant
My life, my bride
When I was home she would fight it

But when I was gone she would invite it
My dear did try to carry on with her life
But the sadness became too much

And the depression got the best of her
The wife of a merchant sailor
Followed her husband to sea

Leaving the same port
He had departed
She slowly walked into the waves

Even as they crashed at her face
Soon submerged she continued on
She would swim to him

Or she would drown