This is where the widows walk, staring out across the ocean This is where the widows wait, praying for their loved ones' safe return
But as the days pass by, our fragile hope begins to die
How long must we wait for, any kind of answer How long must we weep for, ‘til our tears have all run dry How long must we grieve for, how long must we suffer... How long must we mourn for, how much more of this can we endure?
Never knowing, never certain, if this will be our last goodbye Never knowing, if this moment, will be the last one that we share
What were the last words that we spoke? Did we part in love or anger? What would have changed if we had known? Is that why we seemed to linger?
How many tears have we all cried? Not enough to drown our sorrow How many years, how many have died? Far away from those they loved the most And who thinks of those they leave behind? Watching the ocean and frozen in time
This is where the widows walk, staring out across the ocean This is where the widows wait, praying for their loved ones' safe return This is where they walk This is where they wait This is where they mourn This is where they come to prayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
