The Sky that Falls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

The Widow

The man I love will have no longer been,

Now from my own home town I have to flee,

My husband will I never again see,

Of reminders of him I am not keen;

Within my whole home town is he still seen.

Away from their pity, I need to spree,

Afar from this town, I need to be free.

Remembering how on him I would lean,

No one but him to wipe away my tear,

Now in the heavens of the peaceful dove.

Thus, now I'm alone with nobody near,

Since the sacrifice of the one I love;

The man forever to me still so dear,

Looking far beyond the depths of the grove.