Did you see her walking ?
Did she come around here, sir ?
Black hair, brown eyes

My beautiful leah

She was always so needing

Said "I have no-one"
Even as I held her
She went out looking for someone

Looking for someone

She only had nightmares

And her sadness never lifted
And slowly over the years
Her lovely face twisted


Did she come around here, Sir?
I swear you would remember

Black hair, brown eyes
Late september
October, November, December


It never leaves my mind
The last words she said

If I don't find it this time
Then I'm better off dead