Widow's Guilt

Widow's Guilt


I want to be clean like the sugar in the can.
Can't I?
Frankly, it's in my hand.
Can't I?
Can't say it's an eye for an eye...
I'm not your husband,
You're my wife.
Can't say it's a vengeful suicide.
He thinks of this for his own sake.
He doesn't want to fall, but he has a decision to make.
And right in the sweat of his hand, the pistol sits.
Yet, the last thing he wants is to fall, but he slips...
I'm not your husband,
You're my wife.
Can't say things were alright.
And right in the searing of his mouth, the barrel sits.
Yet, the last thing he wants is to fall, but he slips.
So he hopes the best for his wife and kids.
Can't say the bullet missed...
I wasn't your husband,
And you were my life.
So much more than your label, "wife".
It's amazing she cries and asks why.


September 28th, 2006