How could this be he was found guilty Now he is free How could this happen to me How could not see
I cry myself to sleep Think of my daughter and this creep I let him into our lives A loving figure was his disguise
I can hardly walk or talk I crawl along blackened streets I close my eyes to try and hear her voice But all I can see is blood filled sheets
I cry myself to sleep Think of my daughter and this creep I let him into our lives A loving figure was his disguise
I think of laying in her death bed And all thoughts that ran through her head The place in which she once left safe Ripped from in a cruel twist of faith
I cry myself to sleep Think of my daughter and this creep I let him into our lives A loving figure was his disguise
I am horrified to try to understand My god death this cruelest of hand And even though he death so she kept her faith the final blow The blood stained rosary beads and the letter that told he horrible deeds Now I have laid her to rest I wear my vengeance as a crest