Tuesday, July 04, 2006

The Widow of a living man...


Mama why does he treat me so cold
why do I feel so old
how long has he treated me unkind
or have I always been so blind

I'm the widow of a living man
Why can't the times stay the same
now I am begging him to change
what about all the plans we made
now I am so afraid

I'm the widow of a living man
Why does he hurt me so
I'm gonna need someplace to go
he's no longer some kind woman's son
mama I think that I had better run

I'm the widow of a living man

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

me encantó
conozco amigas que les queda.
me acordé de aquellas que las maltratan....malditos.