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

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".