Everyone loathes the cry of a widow,
Calling out for company,
And everyone loathes the sigh of a widow,
Reminding them of the pain they feel.
And everyone inside is a widow,
Robbed of all their dignity,
And some try and hide that they are a widow,
Masking their faces with smiles so sweet.
Some take pride in their side that's a widow,
Playing games of hide and seek,
You never know they might show you their widow,
Craving attention so desperately.
Will you show me your heart?
Will you bear me your widow?
So mine can feel needed by comforting you,
In a long time from now I might show you my widow,
And we can trade places in this game we all lose.
They say everyone loathes the cry of a widow,
But maybe some of us are wanting to hear.
released October 31, 2016
Words and music by Donya Kiana
Donya Kiana: vocals, cello, violin
Isla: backing vocals
Billy King: guitar
Mixed and produced by Billy King & Donya Kiana at Holler Sounds