Verse 1-
There he sits with a bottle of Jack knocking it back.
Shot up with smack. Still watching his back.
He hoped for better, yet the slow projector revolves
in his head over an over again like a broken record.
Call it unrest. Blood drenching the sundress of one less
angel in young flesh. Air compressed in her lungs
'til none's left. If he confessed, is he less than a passenger
to the drunk mess? No way of asking her. On a whole 'nother
notion, what would a blown cover do to his old mother?
We're talking about exposing his own brother.
Police questioned residents for miles
for some clue on who could've done such a thing to a child.
Needless to say, they gave up after a while. Now,
the murderer smiles to cover the cowardice denial.
Whoever said time flies never lived with a blind eye.
Otherwise, they'd see it can really grind by.

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I can still see her standing there.
Frozen in time with daisies in hair.
Headlights illuminate her skin so fair.
Would confession allow repair?

Bridge-
Would it be the cure for this cancer?
I'm the only one with the answer
They should know who took their baby dancer.
Isn't it the least I could grant her?
I'm the only one with the answer.
I've lost the illusion of grandeur.
One thing is clear, now for damn sure.
The truth is the least I could grant her.

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Verse 2-
Her father's an honest Joe. Promises he saw the wind
calmly blow Autumn snow falling slow. Mamma knows
it was dandelion pedals their daughter no longer blows
across the lawn she spread 'em upon long ago.
He always drove in columns and rows, but somethings wrong,
'cause poppa mows around those dandelions that rose
from that ground and allows 'em to outgrow the grass
on that patch sprouting where daddy's little ghost
always shows off with poses almost frozen on her toes
as the songs she chose hauntingly repeat over and over
and on it goes. You can't give it back. It's a fact.
You see life taken, you have to live with that.
So, there he sits with a bottle of Jack knocking it back.
Shot up with smack. This time caught in the act.
He hoped for better. They found his prints all over the
notebook that was used when he wrote the letter... Witness.

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