The fear of a daughter runs high

in the mind of a father to be

For something is growing inside

But we don't talk about it,do we



In the long empty passionless night

Many times to herself she has prayed

That the baby will love her much more

Than the big boy who stole her away



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And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn

Just what it would take a child a night to learn



It pains her to know that some things will never be right

If the baby is just someone else to take sides in the fight

Harsh words between bride and groom

The distance is greater each day

He smokes alone in the next room

And she knits her life away



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A long time ago she saw visions from the stairs

And when she felt dizzy her mother was always there

The home help is no help at all

I have not commited a crime

Angels gaze down from the walls

Is there a God,is there a next time