As I walk these dirt tracks
I think of the those who've walked
My ancestors, the warriors
Children running with glee.
As this crosses to through my mind
I think of little Rosie Grace
My little, gorgeous, darling child
And the terrible curse put upon our race.
The tyre tracks are still quite obvious
From when my darling Rosie was taken
These two evil men took her from my arms
And the left me standing there, shaking.
I walk this empty wilderness
And think of my little girl
I want to cuddle her close to me
And run my fingers through her ...