The Old Days

The days were much brighter,
I loved the sunshine.
The days were much better,
With that daughter of mine.
We played on the cool grass,
Under the sun's rays.
And when the day ended,
We'd sit down to pray.
The days were much better,
Before she was gone.
The days were much better,
Before she lay still on the lawn.
Her heart took it's last beat,
As she played with her doll.
The pain raced up through her,
And forced her to fall.
I'm here all-alone now,
No one to give love,
When all who I cherish,
Are living above.
The days were much better,
Before the nightmares began.
Abuse from my father,
His work roughened hand.
He forced me to lie still,
As I cried deep with pain.
The memories, the memories,
From which torture became.
I'm now sitting here thinking,
About what to do,
And only one thought
Comes to this mind and through.
The days were much better,
Before I held that rope in my hand,
I said my last words as I got up to stand.
I prayed a short prayer,
For all who I loved,
And knowing that shortly,
I'd see them above.