Weeping Widow

A soldier's weeping widow,
Laid down on her bed.

Forty thousand roses,
Hung above her head.

Her heart beats beating wild,
Banging loudly in her head.

A husband shot and buried,
Tears are full of dread.

Many tried to comfort.
Many tried to tame.
The wailing weeping widow; who's head was hung in shame.

Many tired to love her,
But none of them could re-light her already,
Burned out flame.