At the Threshold - Christian Death

R. Williams

A widow dreams of her fallen angel

The broken branch, an empty manger

A widow dreams of her life with the savior

Falls to her kneew and begs for more

But the fields are filled with nightmare prophecies

Shadows cast upon her fading hope to be

A virgin widow walks through lanes of memory

Invokes the past, that it might save her

An aging widow weeps and turns towards the wall

Voices shout out names of those she can’t recall

A widow dreams of sons, of daughter

Endless nights spent in silent slaughter

Endless nights sent in silent slaughter

A widow dreams of love lost or thrown away

Searching for the light of the day that might relieve her

A widow dreams of her fallen angel

A broken heart, no memory can save her

A widow looks upon her eyeless saviour

Begs for the strength to end it all

But the fields are filled with nightmare prophecies

No hope of finding mercy in theis entity

A virgin widow lays down amongst the leaves

Invokes the past but it can’t save her

An aging widow weeps and builds another wall

Voices silent now, no screams or mocking calls

Endless nights spent twith thoughts that always taunt her

Endless nights spent with thoughts that always taunt her

A widow fails to find her love and drifts away

Turning out the light of day that did deceive her

A widow’s dream comes to a close

A widow’s dream