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The Tear
(27/03/1990 / Flinders Medical center, South Australia, Australia)

The Tear

The bittersweet tear, drops down her face.
I see her sweet lips fade, what have I done.
What did I do, my mind does race.
How did this happen, we were just having fun.
Was I drunk, did we fight, those facts are not remembered.
The knife in my hand is coated with blood.
I am going mad, my soul is being dismembered.
Straight through my mind, the guilt does flood.
Live or die, it is my choice.
I must face the truth, that much I can reckon.
In my ears, still rings her voice.
I will not die, But I'll pay the price.
In solitude, I'll live in fear.
So what brought me here, to this cell, like ice.
Memory of her tear.

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Here you go, I changed a few bits 'n' pieces for you: The Tear Bittersweet tear slides down her face, I see her sweet lips fade. What did I do, my mind does race. The darkness, it pervades. Was I drunk and did we fight, I cannot recall. I look, my hand is wet with blood, Did I cause her fall? Into my mind the guilt, it spreads I must make a choice It is now throughout my head I still hear her voice. I will not die, but pay the price. In solitude, in fear. A haunted soul, now cold like ice Haunted by her tear. Aidan Ross