With every boy there comes a time
A point of no return and I
Became the choices that I’ve made
My past withholds my future days
Too young to fight, too proud to change 
Too weak to carry on this faith
That’s why I went to the widow’s town
Where the streets unfold nostalgic faces
Each one in memory of glory’s days
Gave up nor dreams nor my despair
I killed my monsters, cut my hair
Tonight I’ll sleep alone
In the old widow’s town
Where I still remember the ocean, 
The smell of blossom and wheat
And though that the gutter is open
And we’re in the stench of the streets
Where the fallen leaves show natures grieve
The butcher mourns over his meat
Tell me what’s a man who didn’t lose all in which he’d believed
Wine alone can pass the time
I threw my bones in search for signs
In the old widows town 
But instead of what you may believe
I now see anger as relief
I broke his throne and now I own 
This flesh that I carry with my bones
Never fell in love this quick
As I did in the old widows town
In my life
I still remember the oceans, 
The smell of blossom and wheat
And thought that the gutter is open
And we’re in the stench of the streets
This is all that I am; this is all I ever wanted to be
It just slipped trough my hands, 
All that I ever wanted to be
In front of you stands a man with no name of it’s own
I danced the dance of a thousand men down in the widow’s town
I gambled until I lost that thing I could never really own
I only regret spending it alone