Alone

So you killed your dear wife
What thoughts do you hold
Of your secret little life
Is your despair untold

As you hide away
In your dark quiet room
Away from the glare
Of the fullest moon

Of all natures glory
Do you not have a care
Of all the colours of the sky
And the cold morning air

Do you long to be free
Little bird and roost in the tree
And fly with the wind
Away from the voices within your tomb