He kissed her fingers, and she plead him not to go,
Her heart thudded like a butterfly with one broken wing,
She loved him too much to see him leave her there all alone,
With her mother dead and brother already gone, he was all she had left of a world she wanted to hold onto,
But he didn't understand--
He couldn't understand her pain,
So he left, a petty little grin on his face,
He didn't understand the depth of her tears,
He thought he would be back, but he wasn't
Not before she pulled the trigger, anyway,
And every night he cries for her, the daughter he left all alone,
And every night he sings her song, and remembers the precious little girl with big brown eyes that he left on the front porch that September night.