Donna marie McCormick
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Was there ever a time when he played fair?
She used to think so;
Used to think so.
Ever wonder about these thorns?
They keep him away; keep him away.
He pulled her head under while she struggled for a breath
His 'happily ever after' suffocated her to death!
Shadows in the dark days blending back to back
Darkness fades against the light,
Another night has passed
Before the roses lost their fragrance,
There was a time of ease,
Of magnificent scents free and unhindered
Drifting among the breeze.
But tragedy struck proving fatal ...