I have been to the brink of hell

Stories of the night I can tell

Mark the ribbon in her hair let the day finds way

To the bed by the door as her father goes away

Mother by her side in the early morning light

All refuge is gone as he drives out of sight

Child of my body born to see the

Most UN holy side of me mother caught

No body is right or wrong again the will is lost

A shadow of a man cast his lot debt is the cost

Scramble up the stairs to the shadow on the wall

Crumble on down body trembles tears fall

Burned by the candle of the romantic scene

He was the answer to all her unfilled dreams

Do not touch the broken heart he just moves away

Does not explain packs his bags steps in to the rain

Door leaves a mark of where he once stood a tribute

This time she says to her daughter he is gone for good

Hurt and vengeance lingers in his soul and with the poor

In search of the stranger he will go

Wind and rain find my heart cold takes all I own

Never a pretty left to find the dream all is just a scream

Body limp and cold left lying on the ground found him

Had another woman in another town

Tears upon my pillow death marks my door

Hide the pistol beneath the board on the floor

Marks upon her skin a brand known before him

She is the good that lives beyond the rim of sin

He is the faith of all the good they see she is now free

Each word fall prey to the next sober dreams fall