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Midnight late last week, my daughters diary
Didnt know what it might be until it was open
I only read one page and then put it away
Talk about your big mistakes. Hey Shan, nice going
Photos show no tears in her eyes
All those pretty years gone by
I just cannot believe could do that to a child
Shannon just flew down, four days back in town
She sleeps and lies around and then she goes up
And then one day shes gone, what should I have done
Joe turns the TV on with all the lights out
Photos on the wall, shes my baby, shes my baby doll
Is she someone I dont know at all? Is she someone I betrayed
Its a grey day in the fall
And the radios singing down the hall
And I rise to turn it off and all Im seeing is her face, age eight