She looked up at me with the sweetest delight
Eyes full of mischief, playful and bright
She loved to be told just what to do
Not cause of what, just cause of who
She was my Lil and I was her Big
To protect those I love, my grave I would dig
And my grave did I dig, no fault but my own
With sorrow in heart, I turn from my home
The scars on my heart still bleed from that day
I shoulda coulda woulda wished I could stay
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC
She looked up at me with the sweetest delight
Eyes full of mischief, playful and bright
She loved to be told just what to do
Not cause of what, just cause of who
She was my Lil and I was her Big
To protect those I love, my grave I would dig
And my grave did I dig, no fault but my own
With sorrow in heart, I turn from my home
The scars on my heart still bleed from that day
I shoulda coulda woulda wished I could stay
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