Blood dripped; everywhere.
*******; shouts were heard.
Answer the phone; Dad runs to see.
I was 6.
That man scared me.
Lock all the windows; lock all the doors.
Just to be safe; we are always scared now.
Trial after trial; hearing after hearing.
Grandma can't forgive him; killed on her birthday.
Dad feels hurt; But I don't remember, really what happened then, then in September.
I remember getting a present.
Was it 1997 or 1998,
When my dad's heart broke into shades;
Shades of heavy black,
Blue, silver, white; stone.
Mom was on the stand.
She talked about me.
I barely remember any of this except from what she told me.
Who would do that?
Take a life;
For an insurance policy.
That isn't right.
Oh you thought you could get away with it?
You thought wrong.
Mister Wayne Kubsch.
I hope you cry when they sing your song.