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
