The widow who listens to the ticking clock,
tic toc tic toc...
Sleeping in doorways...
Shelter from the rain,
Oh My, I can feel their pain.
Staring,
looking for my lover to come,
playing out song on his favourite drum.
Time passes by...
am I waiting in vain?
Oh my heart can't take this pain.
He never arrives,
surrendering his life
for his country & King.
Now with the angels he doth sing.
Written by
Manolita
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