Sitting on the widows peek
she waits for me week after week
not know when or if I'm coming home
wondering if she is alone
Out at see I sail the waves
searching for my soul, I save
never in my life I feared
the fear I felt right here
The seas, they thrash
as the skys turn grey
into the eye we sail with craze
a storm is coming our way
Fighting the storm from bow to sturn
suddenly the winds, they turned
tossing us to and fro
into a malstrom we now go
Now the seas, they are calm
as the tide washes in
the sad widow now sees
the seas, they run red.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Sitting on the widows peek
she waits for me week after week
not know when or if I'm coming home
wondering if she is alone
Out at see I sail the waves
searching for my soul, I save
never in my life I feared
the fear I felt right here
The seas, they thrash
as the skys turn grey
into the eye we sail with craze
a storm is coming our way
Fighting the storm from bow to sturn
suddenly the winds, they turned
tossing us to and fro
into a malstrom we now go
Now the seas, they are calm
as the tide washes in
the sad widow now sees
the seas, they run red.
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