The Widow in the Fields (pt. 3)

Verse 1The hand that pointed toward the guiltyLies somewhere beneath the stoneThe crows carried off my angerTill I stood here all alone The mountain lost its thunderThe sky forgot its warSilence walks beside me nowLike someone I knew before ChorusI stand the widow in the fieldsWhere every sword became a plowThe crows took all my judgmentWhat am I supposed to be now? The wind still speaks your name to meBut it no longer draws my bladeForgiveness wasn't victory...Just the last choice that remained Verse 2I buried every promiseBeside the nameless deadThe crown weighs less than memoryThe heart weighs more instead No queen can rule foreverNo storm can always climbEven grief grows tiredWhen it runs out of time BridgeTake my rage upon your wings...Black-feathered choir of evening skies...Leave me only what survives... Mercy. Final ChorusI stand the widow in the fieldsAmong the fallen evermoreNot because the world deserved itBut because I closed the door The hand of judgment has been takenThe crows have claimed the endless skyLove outlived the war itself... And even gods... Must learn... Goodbye.