Her curtains' fall her life play is done, and out in the hall rings a single shot from her gun. No more fear or shame, nor pain or crying. No longer feeling guilt or blame as she lays there dying. And now there she lay but a heap on the ground. Finally a memory she'll stay as others come to gather round. Oh God! She didn't!! Dear Lord! How could she? Was it a life, or a minute? Doesn't matter! Now she is free.