Tomorrow Starts Without Me – Words for Widower

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had

If I could re-live yesterday
Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven’s gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.

He said, “This is eternity,
And all I’ve promised you.”
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day’s the same way
There’s no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn’t do.

But you have been forgiven
And now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’m right here, in your heart.
(by David M Romano)

Why Her and Why Not Me? – Words for Widower

In the beauty of her youth
My wife was bold and full of truth.
Our lives together started strong
But soon we noticed something wrong.
A bottle slips from her right hand
We dance much less to our favorite band.
The morning headache that comes and goes
The loss of feeling in her toes.
One doctor says he has no guess
The next one says She has M.S.
Now I must watch my love so pure
wither from which there is no cure.
Our years are filled with joy and pain
A type of life one can’t explain.
Yet by her side I’ll always be
As she slowly dies in front of me.
With God as my witness I’d give up my life
If it would spare the pain of my sweet wife.
And when I die and God I see
I’ll ask, Why her and why not me?
(By Richard A. Rousay II)

Hollow Man – Words for Widower

This hard facade hides in anguish so unreal,
an unrelenting torment you’d never want to feel.
Look here, here past my eyes,
to find where pain forever lies.
A fate so much worse than death,
misery lingers on my every breath.
Now with all loves energy spent,
my heart is left twisted and bent.
Your heart, your love eluded me,
mine is a love, you could never see.
Yes, I’m the one, the one who cares,
and I’m the one who will be there.
I’ll carry you over stormy tides,
but I’m left hollow here inside.
Cursed to a sad loveless existence,
still driven by passion so intense.
My strength is drained, I’m left helpless,
I’m drowning in darkened emptiness.
I can’t see past tomorrow,
without you I’m left hollow.
I am hollow
I am the hollow man
Here before you I stand
Yes, I am the hollow man
(By Keith Osborne)
(Dedicated to Maria Duvall, in spite of everything, I will always love you.)