The men You seek Are Dead
Return to your Ashen Pagodas
For now there will be no more bloodshed
No more cries at night from the widows.
Where are the Widows?
Lying next to their husbands bones
Their bleeding souls cannot let go
They have decided to live in misery
And to eat grapes gone sour
And to not see the sun
Until their lives someone takes
If the widows die when the Moon is High
The Earth will mount its earthly horse
And seek out the men at fault
For with love they wooed power
And forgot the power of Love
Yes, the earth will sing a war song
And the whole world will hear
The devastating music
And when the melody stops
So will their Hearts as well.