A mother of three
A woman buried somewhere underneath
Sings a sad lullaby

Forever burned inside their minds

Her nights are diseased

Another one full of whiskey and men
To uphold her complacency


As she's down
On her praying hands and knees
Crying out


With her key in hand
She opens where her real night begins

Who could have known
That he pushed the pain this far
WIth a gun and venom in his veins

He screamed, try your best
Save her kids, give her life;
Rip open his wrongs that will never be set right


As she's down
On her praying hands and knees

Crying out
Her daughter pleads
Daddy don't


With an itchy trigger
He focused on her instead,

Straight to her head
Shooting straight to her heart


How will this horror end?
Face down
Put up your hands

How will this horror end?
Face down
She holds her head

If she had to relive this
Could she do it again?