Three little names etched in my skin, three little girls they be my kin, going 6 years I have not seen thee, brings me pain hurt & misery.
First of the litter her heart is bitter, hates me so she says, then number 2 how I love you, my heart breaks each day.
Then number three who doesn't even know me, I’m sure their mother is happy with things like this, happy to have it HER way.
Cracks in my heart & a pain in my chest I know this way is not the best.
Apples of my eye my love will not die for you now nor forever, eternal shall it always be.

3 little R's that are my life, I hope I can hold you once more, before I meet the dark man’s scythe.

14/08/2006 10:28:49 PM