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 grief