Epitaph (Black And Blue)

Her close friends have gathered. 
Lord, ain't it a shame 
Grieving together 
Sharing the blame. 
But when she was dying 
Lord, we let her down. 
There's no use cryin' 
It can't help her now. 

The party's all over 
Drink up and go home. 
It's too late to love her 
And leave her alone. 

Just say she was someone 
Lord, so far from home 
Whose life was so lonesome 
She died all alone 
Who dreamed pretty dreams 
That never came true 
Lord, why was she born 
So black and blue? 
Oh, why was she born 
So black and blue?