I follow behind as she carefully walks,
But it seems she aware of this man that does stalk.
What does it mean I keep asking myself,
Where is the trouble and how can I help?
We walk out of town to the dock by the shore;
At the lake I was last with the man who was sore.
As we come near the bench where he sat cloaked in black,
She stops by the edge of the lake and looks back;
Where the once shaded eyes had appeared just before,
I saw myself now a reflection and more.
As the truth through her eyes had been brought into light;
It was I on the bench whom I'd saved just last night.
The question was answered before it was asked,
She showed me a glimpse of a memory past;
It was years ago now that it all happened quick,
On a night like the last raining cold icy pricks.
I was sitting at home with my wife and our child,
At a table for dinner holding hands we all smiled.
It wasn't much later that my mind had a switch,
I could see my face darken and an eye had a twitch.
I looked to the woman and baby together,
I swore that I'd kill them they deserved nothing better.
The wife grabbed the baby and took for the door,
But my hands were too quick and she fell to the floor;
As I noticed her standing I reached for a knife,
It flew to her back and drained her of life.
The baby now trapped underneath it's dead mother,
I chose to just leave.
And let it to smother.
