A widow's cry breaks the fog, but no one can
Bare to hear,
Her lover has left the mortal world, but his spirit
Still lingers near.
Only he can stand the noise, that has turned
All men away,
He could not stand his widow's torment, which
Is why he chose to stay.
How sad it must be to walk this plain, no chance
Yet to be free,
Not until his lover's heart is as cold and dead
As he.
Some tried to help, but none understood her
Stricken grief,
Now they scowl and walk away, saying she's
Helpless beyond all belief.
An eerie silence bellows, now the widow cries
No more,
The fountain of her heart runs dry, and death
Reveals its door.
The people rejoice, the widow is dead, reunited
With he she loved,
Now her spirit is free to soar up high, and reach
The heaven's above.
