In my mind I see you,
A wife, a loving daughter,
Flash back images torture me,
Of you laid there in the water,
Why did I murder you?
On that moon lit night,
We went up there as lovers,
But it ended in a fight,
I hit you babe, I’m sorry,
Now my mind contorts with pain,
As I see your shadowy image,
In the lake again and again,
But I wish I hadn’t done it,
Held your head under the water,
I miss you babe and I always will,
A wife, a loving daughter.
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