The suffering, her suffering
......Her pain is just too great...

Tears can not stream down my face
My mother, now in a better place...

Smoke filled the night air, crisp and clear
None of them noticed evil was near...

Romantic place
Pretty face...

Have you ever sat on a doorstep late at night
wondering why nothing in you life is going right...

Little is the girl, whose alone and crying
Slowly on the inside, she is dying...

The storm is coming in
Fury from the sin...

I went to put flowers on your grave today,
But I didn't know what to say...

In my hand I grip this KNIFE,
With it I have taken this man's life...

The baby now four, the mother eighteen
Up till now it has seemed all a dream...

Moonlight shinned in my window bare
How I wish that you were there...

Dangerously pressed against my skin
Ending my eternal misery...