dontfiguremeout
June 24th, 2012, 12:16 PM
Widows Duty
Holding a folded flag
Trembling down the aisle
She wears a black dress
And mourns at the casket
Fighting hard not to cry
She falls in front of his casket
Every touch is a bullet through her heart
Every thought, a cry of pain
Bad weather swarms the sky
Since he died fighting for America
As the preacher man began to speak
Rain gushes down from the sky
She sits as she begins to think
The rain hides my tears
Thus she cries harder
With every tear a drop of blood he lost
Once it ends, everyone leaves but her
Leaving her on her own battlegrounds
Slowly she walks to the casket again
as she embraces the casket
Kneeling down to take order
She unlocks the casket
Pulls off his army suit, puts her hair up
Ready to finish what is not done
Ready to fight for her country, she
Drafts herself in his place, and
Barely a year later, she is laid by
Him in peace.
Holding a folded flag
Trembling down the aisle
She wears a black dress
And mourns at the casket
Fighting hard not to cry
She falls in front of his casket
Every touch is a bullet through her heart
Every thought, a cry of pain
Bad weather swarms the sky
Since he died fighting for America
As the preacher man began to speak
Rain gushes down from the sky
She sits as she begins to think
The rain hides my tears
Thus she cries harder
With every tear a drop of blood he lost
Once it ends, everyone leaves but her
Leaving her on her own battlegrounds
Slowly she walks to the casket again
as she embraces the casket
Kneeling down to take order
She unlocks the casket
Pulls off his army suit, puts her hair up
Ready to finish what is not done
Ready to fight for her country, she
Drafts herself in his place, and
Barely a year later, she is laid by
Him in peace.