Sitting in her chair

Face hidden in her hair

The world is unaware

Theresa in silence

o

Soporific vapors rise

And darken all visiting eyes

So not one can see her cry

Theresa in silence

o

Her words are choice and few

He had seemed to love her too

But he took another in lieu, of

Theresa in silence

o

She mourns this love alone

Up upon her throne

No one's ever shown -

Theresa in silence

o

So now she sits and waits

For the coming of the Fates

For a death that life belates

Theresa in silence

o

And a constant, slow dirge plays

Notes floating through the haze

Surrounding the young, love-crazed

Theresa in silence