That day
That cold December day

The house was silent and the floorboards creeked
In the girl's ears rung no stumble, no sound
If only I had woken up, she thought if I only I didn't sleep
And it was her guilt that drowned her, the moment she walked in on what she wished she had never found

Mother rests peacefully in the other room
As the poor girl turns the corner with a shattering scream
She's paralyzed by her own screech, carrying on almost like a tune
Mother awakens with a jump, things are far worse than they seem

Poor little girl
She woke up too soon
And in return, discovered a man that fell asleep too fast

Poor little girl
Now defined by her tears alone
Poor little girl
Wakes up to find her father hanging from a rope