These Are They Evening Widows
Crying, they're deep in pain, soulless, stench of death
protrudes them.
Wondering mind, killing dreams, grim reality of the
night.
Cold rain pours, hell is here, needles, pins, from the
sky.
Flaming light from guns ablaze, take you life, of an
evening widow.
And they cry, evening widow. Will they die, evening
widow?
To hillside, to bury the dead, black sedans forever come.
Enemies stare, a child will cry, plot of ground, unholy
stone.
Dress of black, veil of shame, hiding fear of reprisal.
Where to turn, lady in fear, cold hand of fate, evening
widow.
And they cry, evening widow. Will they die, evening
widow?
