Widow's Walk

Consider me a widow, boys

and I will tell you why.

It's not the man, but it's the marriage

that was drowned.

So I walk the walk

and wait with watchful eye out to the sky,

Looking for a kind of vessel

I have never found.

Though I saw it splinter

I keep looking out to sea,

Like a dog with little sense,

I keep returning,

To the very area where

I did see the thing go down

as if there's something at the site

I should be learning.

That line is the horizon.

We watch the wind and set the sail,

but save ourselves when all omens

point to fail.

If I tell the truth

then I will have to tell you this

Though I grieve (and I believe

i feel it truly)

But I knew that ship was empty

by the time it hit the rocks,

we could not hold on

when fate became unruly.

So consider me a widow, boys,

and I have told you why.

Does the weather say

a better day is nearing?

I'll set my house in order now

and wait upon the Will

It's clear that I need

better skill in steering...

That line is the horizon.

We watch the wind and set the sail,

But save ourselves when all omens

point to fail.