"Widows of the Revolution" as written by and Joseph Lee Henry....
What can I write home about
The water's cold, the pilot's out
I keep my children out of sight
And my man never came home last night

What will I learn to tell myself
We're supposed to want for nothing else
Just show the world a stoic light
But my man never came home last night

This is what we make of this
The walls all small like blood and piss
And every book that comes our way
We burn to keep the dogs away

We'll tell this story later on
And tell of how it made us strong
By then we'll know that we were right
But my man never came home last night

What will I learn to tell myself
We're supposed to want for nothing else
Just show the world a stoic light
But my man never came home last night


Lyrics submitted by T_D_Phoenix

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