Warhead Sour

The darkness can scare me
and kid me in the night,
a robin will turn a nest
then petrify in fright.

A widow fled, she wept,
then cried around a tear;
the end is nigh, it will never come,
but soon the end is here.

Or is the near so back, simply,
that someone cried their own,
or did that person in vain
simply die alone?