I Died For Love
There was a place I knew so well
There was a man who began to dwell
He sat a girl upon his knee
And told her things he never told me
I ran straight home late that night
My dad came home all shaken up from a terrible fight
He came to my room the door he broke
And saw me hanging from a rope
He got his knife and cut me down
And in my pocket, the note he found
Has he read it his eyes filled with tears
Thinking of all them wasted years
Dig, my grave
Dig it deep
Marble stone
Head to feet
And on the top
Place a dove
To show the world
I died for love
A.D. Small
April 8,2012
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