Laurence Overmire - Willie at the Foot of the Bed (An Ode to Mary Todd Lincoln) lyrics

Every night he comes, Mary Do you see him? Smiling as he did before No pain in those forgiving eyes Can he put your mind to rest? Give you comfort in these terrible times? A world gone mad The thunder of guns pounding in the brain Fires burning, men running, screaming Limbs falling, hand and foot, out of the sky Blood oozing in rivulets from the sodden ground This nightmare we dream together Why can't we will it, ever to end? Pull the bed sheets close, Mary Willie, take your mother's hand Your father weeps outside the door And the night, so long and cold May never end.