A Price on My Soul

I am a widow, not dressed in black and blue.
Does this trouble you?
I must confess—
There are things in your heart
still waiting to renew.
I am so upset,
I must confess…
A million-dollar price upon my head—
and now I fear what lies ahead.

I am a widow, not dressed in black and blue.
Does this trouble you?
I must confess—
There are things in your heart
still waiting to renew.
I am so upset,
I must confess.
A million-dollar weight upon my head,
I must confess—
some dreams have died instead.