The Widows Walk - By Ink
Always searching, searching for her lover's ship
The coldness hits her face like a whip
Sadness lingers all around
Waiting for her love, who's never found
Each minute, each hour passes through the day
As she dreams of what she'll say
Not admitting that his ship is sunk
As she looks through her memory trunk
Staring at the treacherous sea
Her only companion -- a cup of tea
She paces back and forth
Always looking towards the North
Thinking that he's thinking ofher
He'll be back -- and of that she's sure
Staring at the lifeless shore
Wishing he'd walk through the door
Those days are gone, all that's left -- her ghost
faithfully waiting, watching and wishing at her post
And if you look and be sure not to talk
You'll see her sadly waiting on the widows walk.