Tragedy

I stand lake side with your pistol in hand,
On the creeking dock, moving with the wind,
It blows through my blue, black hair,
The only thing I can picture is your place in the stars.

Take this pain away from me,
I took it away from you and your family,
You lie with a heart beat, sound asleep,
The rest, in their beds, with no thoughts.

Why must you tease this troubled child,
She is after all, your only daughter,
As she holds your hand tightly,
She closes your eyes, knowing you have gone.

I stand lake side with your pistol in hand,
On the creeking dock, moving with the wind,
Tragedy has struck us and Emalie,
She watches me pulls the trigger.

As I fall into the wagging waters,
No tears fall from her pale, white face,
Darkness envelopes my body,
She cries mommy into9 the night...