The Water's Edge
Born a legend, based on fact
The story of the blind woman's well
For she couldn't see the water's edge
And in the watery grave, she fell
When the moon shines full in the still of the night
You can still hear her mournful cries
She's begging for mercy from those in the light
From this place where her body lies
First blinded by darkness and then by revenge
She swore that she'd make them pay
She would take their children one by one
And in her watery grave they'd stay
For they knew that the woman went missing
But there were none who seemed to care
They had seen her bucket at the water's edge
But they chose to leave her there
She lured the children with promises of sweets
That this woman in the well had found
But when they would reach to claim their prize
She would hold them til they drowned
Twenty times two were the number of lives
Before the curse was finally broken
They filled in the well with tons of earth
To end those words she'd spoken
No more children would ever go missing
To their watery grave below
But in a well-shaped garden in the middle of town
Forty-one roses still grow
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