The Song of Silent Hill: The Ballad of James and Mary

My wife died,
coupla months ago.
So it is rather odd,
that I should recieve
a letter from one long dead

"James," wrote she, "if you love me,
and I know that you do,
Can you follow me, to that place,
our special place,
that town called Silent Hill?"

And so with letter in hand,
I set out for the town of Silent Hill,
a resort town where we vacationed,
before she was taken ill.
We spent happy hours in that town
the town called Silent Hill.

I stare long at her photograph,
deep into the eyes. I don't smile much,
and I may not be perfect,
but I loved her and she loved me
In that town of Silent Hill.

And when she had a wasting disease,
I would see her in the hospital,
and bright flowers I would bring.
"James," said she,"I don't deserve these,
see how ugly I have become?"
But I brought them just the same
'Cuz I loved her so much

She would confide for hours
in a little girl, Laura was her name.
She told her all about me.
How I rarely smile, but it doesn't matter
because he will come to take us away.
"He may seem course and mean,
but he loves me, and I love him"
She told her in the hospital.

Now I am off to Silent Hill
with letter in hand, and photo in
my pocket. Because I loved Mary,
and I still do. How I long to see her again!