The widower

Running out in a hurry, a man cried for his beloved dear.
He ran straight up to the sea, seeing nothing held him back here.
Stealing an old wooden boat, he went through the oceans,
Sailed accross this mighty world of empty sensations.

Never will he see again the beauty of his father's land,
Neither will he now complain about how much money's on his hand,
For on this horrible day he lost his sweet and strong wife
And from now on fights with them who know the value of life.