Or is it to manipulate she’s here?

The widow makes complaints, as if I’m God
Again she says she loved her husband  dear
I would love to help her if I could

There are a few alternatives to plot
Accept, endure, there is no answer clear
The widow makes complaints as if I’m God

She thinks committing suicide  is good;
Or is it to manipulate she’s here?
I would like to help her if I could.

I feel my mouth go dry as if I’m wood.
I have my own  new little boat to steer
The widow makes comp ints, as if I’m God

I can understand the thickening of the blood
My mind is filled with sadness  when she’s near
I would have surely helped her if I could.

It’s true that grief feels like a panic fear
Without  the one who loved you ,your heart’s seared
The widow makes complaints, as if I’m God
I can never help her, no one could