| Little girl in my arms turned eight months three days ago
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| Prety green eyes that cried when I scolded her
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| Married thirteen years, I loved my wife and my job
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| Three perfect daughters I did not deserve
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| She took them away, said I had grown cold
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| They found another life with a new daddy to love
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| I tried to see them, but days passed they grew away
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| Give them my heart, they took the life from me
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| I watched their life-two months after they had gone
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| Followed patterns-she went running in the morning
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| And my plan-I'll take the fear from their eyes
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| Daddy is at the door
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| Don’t be afraid
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| Just let me in
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| Everything is fine
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| Her smile shattered-«Daddy why do you have a gun?»
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| Gun shot painless-I know the others will soon awake
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| Through the hallway-nine year old died in her bed
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| Master bedroom-the baby stirs in her crib
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| Your green eyes
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| Cry no more
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| My baby girl
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| Dies in my arms
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| You don’t have to be afraid anymore
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| My tears drop on her bloody face
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| She will never have to be afraid
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| The cops found my body laying in bed
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| Eitgh-month-old baby dead in my lap
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| You don’t have to be afraid anymore… |