He gazes down at his beloved wife
Feels her cheek, cold as ice...

Midnight hours, silent as dead
Little angel rest your head...

She'll act like a angel
Sitting near the trees...

On her 21st birthday
This girl looks around...

She's the girl with her hair tied back
The one too scared to talk...

Dear My nightmare
I haven't written to scream and bite...

Last night I told you what was behind the smile
All the bad things on my mind...

Smiling bright on her 7th birthday
A small little girl with not much to say...

I've tried and tried to get over you
But nothing i do seems to get through...

I arrived home early
He thought that I'd be late...