At the Bottom of Your Glass
I weep tears filled with the memories
All the joy when we first wed
When we'd stay up all night talking
In our matrimonial bed
We'd dream and plan our future
Between our nocturnal fun
Never thinking about sleeping
Until we saw the sun
Those night were full of magic
Hope and trust for the unknown
All the day time spent together
Building family life and home
With a blink of time we were three
and we dreamed of being four
but we never heard the evil
that was knocking at the door
We didn't see it coming
Or hear tap tap at the door
But I knew that it had found us
when I saw you on the floor
with our child curled up with you
when she was just one year old
just wanting her sweet mother
to stop her feeling cold
Was this evil sent to hurt me
Retribution for my past
But it seemed to be more happy
At the bottom of your glass
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