• The tears that were shed on that cold morning
    clouds were covering the bright-golden sun
    those were tears, that of a widow mourning
    she was all alone but the world still spun

    The cemetary , near the ocean shore
    covered with green grass, filled with does and dear
    sitting on moss covered rocks, hearing lore
    at the gray waters, we surely did peer

    I can't really remember what was said
    my ipod's music blaring in my ears
    she caressed his plaque like it was his head
    she had been remembering all the years

    Her heart was broken, was easy to see
    Now her husband was buried, by the sea.