The red blurred; a crimson haze
Veins rushing the blood to his head,
'Why did it have to happen to her?'
In his mind, he quietly said.
At the side of the bed he solemnly stood,
Mourning for the woman in white
This suffering; it had to end
And only he would ever make it right

You saw a calling bird upon the tree of life,
A newborn child crying to the murderer's late wife;
Because she was meant to live doesn't mean she was meant to die
Crying his heavy tears of shame, he will never touch the sky.
He will never touch the sky;
Crying his heavy tears of shame, he will never touch the sky.

Breathing wispy, quick breaths of death,
He leans over the silver rails
With his hand on her warm, sick head,
He hopes he has left no trails
The sickness- it had gotten to her
Hidden in darkness; without a light
This suffering; it has to end
And only he would ever make things right

You saw a calling bird upon the tree of life,
A newborn child crying to the murderer's late wife;
Because she was meant to live doesn't mean she was meant to die
Crying his heavy tears of shame, he will never touch the sky.
He will never touch the sky;
Crying his heavy tears of shame, he will never touch the sky.

You saw a calling bird upon the tree of life,
A newborn child crying to the murderer's late wife;
Because she was meant to live doesn't mean she was meant to die
Crying his heavy tears of faith, he will never touch the sky.
He will never touch the sky;
Crying his heavy tears of faith, he will never touch the sky.

A cushion of cloud as she sat and watched
At the dazed man from up high,
Crying his heavy tears of shame,
He will never touch the sky.

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