• The Widows Walk:

    A thought to end all thoughts
    A written word to end all words
    What is it i speak of?

    I should think it should i naught?
    One word to them all, thats absurd
    But i think not of one but love...

    The nights i spend
    Thinking of the past
    Mistakes long gone, pains not soon forgotten

    But that wont be the end
    That thought wont be my last
    A sinister thing, thought so rotten

    This world is great
    But the pains are many
    Come now, why cant we talk?

    I thought i found my soul-mate
    But that wasnt it, not as much as a dollar is a penny
    But now this world, full of sin, is left behind, with the widows walk.