The Widower
I'll mind my mouth, in a brand new town. In the time of the year when the things you hear, won't lay down or disappear. Damn the winter, it's following me. I'm waiting for softer times and greener leaves. Stay awhile with me. Warm a body that aches here in these sheets alone. I will not find another of your kind, I hold this true. I will not be a husband that's set free, I said I do. Stay awhile with me. Warm a body that aches here in these sheets alone. Hold a hand with no ring. It's naked and cold, in a state too shocked to be old.
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Writer(s): Justin Wayne Ringle
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