When the hurt hits
You are left to just listen to the beat
A song of pain
An evening of gentle rain
As you stand by the window
Thinking of the tears of the widow
A widow who lost her soul to the dark arm of sadness
A melodic voice she has
As she walks on the grass
Talking to her absent husband
Smiling up to the cloudy skies of June

Is this the life I would live from now on?
Directing the question to the distant moon
No, I'm not ready for this unfortunate reborn
But reality has its way of sealing the deal
Never thinking if you'd ever heal
I said to myself I'm a weak being
Can this be real?
Talking to the unknown
Anticipating a response not
I have no choice but to dance to the sad songs of widows.

@sadseabirds