The Passing Widow -

She made plans of things to do

When he was healed, they’d get through They planned to sail the oceans blue

To dreams they’d hold

A life that meant the world to her Was taken by what might occur

In any living skin or fur

The young and old

So she gathered up her pack Attached a little sleeping shack To jog around the

world and back A statement of her love

What had she embarked upon?

Through rugged hills and roads so long Perhaps he

would be cheering on From a world above

Give a hand to the passing widow She runs, far from her home

Going strong, as beautiful as ever, to show the world they’re not alone

Winter ice and summer suns

Bears and wolves and men with guns

Through the thick and thin she runs to ease the pain

Just a wagon, pulled by rope

In which to rest and dream and hope that she would nd the strength to cope and

bring home her campaign

Give a hand to the passing widow She runs, far from her home

Going strong, as beautiful as ever, to show the world they’re not alone

Now her bones are crumbling too Used to nd a brighter view

Of life without the one she knew and loved so well

She bears a message to us all

We hold the net to catch our fall Keeping strong and standing tall in deeds and

words we tell

So, give a hand to the passing widow She runs, far from her home

Going strong, as beautiful as ever She shows us all, we’re not alone