A mother of three
A woman buried somewhere underneath
Sings a sad lullaby
Forever burned inside their minds
Her nights are diseased
Another one full of whiskey and men
To uphold her complacency
As she's down
On her praying hands and knees
Crying out
With her key in hand
She opens where her real night begins
Who could have known
That he pushed the pain this far
WIth a gun and venom in his veins
He screamed, try your best
Save her kids, give her life;
Rip open his wrongs that will never be set right
As she's down
On her praying hands and knees
Crying out
Her daughter pleads
Daddy don't
With an itchy trigger
He focused on her instead,
Straight to her head
Shooting straight to her heart
How will this horror end?
Face down
Put up your hands
How will this horror end?
Face down
She holds her head
If she had to relive this
Could she do it again? |
