Widow

Looking at you
A newborn widow
I hear the voice
Of solitude
Hoping one day
You'll be together
If there's a heaven
If there's a heaven

As I watch the tears run down your face
I can see the youth that years erased
In a house you used to call your home
Where you sleep alone

Letters that speak
Of a bygone era
Held to your breast
And to your heart
And out of the door
The world is waiting
This is the threshold
This is the threshold

As I watch the tears run down your face
I can see the youth that years erased
In a house you used to call your home
Where you sleep alone