A little picture on the wall,
Told the story to us all...
The shadow of evil was sweeping closer and closer,
The pain that lay waiting rising to the surface...
The power was unbearable,
The pain so obvious...
Bright and early tomorrow,
At 9 on the dot...
If I were to travel,
For as far as I can see...
How ever many times I try,
I still manage to fail...
Walking through a crowded corridor,
You would never expect the thought to even hover...
The sharp blade moved across the skin,
The pain that followed made her scream...
You know when I got up this morning I expected it...
My daughter and her husband were coming over...
When I was upset it was you who stood by me.
When I couldn't help but hurt myself it was you...
So yesterday I found your marriage certificate,
Why didn't you tell me you were married before...