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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unable to cope with difficult decision
Nervous about the incision...

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