Through her eyes
She never really had a chance, on that fateful moonlit night.
Scarified without a fight, a victim of a circumstance.
Now that I've become aware, and I've exposed this tragedy.
A sadness grows inside of me, it all seems so unfair.
I'm learning all about my life, by looking through her eyes.
Just beyond the church yard gates, where the grass is over grown.
I saw the writing on her stone, I felt like I would sufficate.
In loving memory of a child, so innocent, eyes open wide.
I felt so empty as I cried, like part of me had died.
I'm learning all about my life, by looking through her eyes.
And as a image wondered through my head,
I wept just like a baby as I lay awake in bed,
and I know what it's like to lose someone you love,
and this felt just the same.
She wasn't given any choice, desperation slow her voice.
I've been given so much more in life, I've got a son, I've got a wife.
I had to suffer one last time, to grieve for her and say goodbye.
Relieve the anguish of my past, to find out who I was at last.
The door has opened wide, I'm turning with the tide, looking through her eyes.
