She made plans for things to do
When he was healed, they’d get through
They planned to sail the oceans blue
To dreams they’d hold
A life that meant the world to her
Was taken by what might occur
In any living skin or fur
The young and old
So she gathered up her pack
Attached a little sleeping shack
To jog around the world and back
A statement of her love
What had she embarked upon?
Through rugged hills and roads so long
Perhaps he would be cheering on
From a world above
Give a hand to the passing widow
She runs far from her home
Going strong, as beautiful as ever
To show the world they’re not alone
Winter ice and summer suns
Bears and wolves, and men with guns
Through the thick and thin she runs
To ease the pain
Just a wagon pulled by rope
In which to rest and dream and hope
That she would find the strength to cope
And bring home her campaign
Give a hand to the passing widow
She runs far from her home
Going strong, as beautiful as ever
To show the world they’re not alone
Now her bones are crumbling, too
Used to find a brighter view
Of life without the one she knew
And loved so well
She bears a message to us all
We hold the net to catch our fall
Keeping strong and standing tall
In deeds and words we tell
So, give a hand to the passing widow
She runs far from home
Going strong, as beautiful as ever
She shows us all we’re not… alone