A woman sits and cries for her loss Counting the tears, estimating the cost She�s blaming herself for letting him go Instead of defending the rights of her home Now her grief cuts deep like a knife, A knife made of guilt, and the loss of a life
A woman sits and dies more each day Little by little life slipping away Wishing it soon will be her time to die Lying in peace with him by her side Not a thanks for the price they have paid A family lost with so little to say The widow�s griefTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
