The Night I'll Never Forget
Every night I see her tears
In the back of my dreams,
Pouring from her heightened fears,
And those horrid screams.
I still feel the cold breath of death that crept across that bitter night
And I can’t help wondering, was it right? Was it right?
He mumbles all those hateful words,
Staggering up that stair.
She ignores his foul drunkards,
But can’t escape his glare.
I didn’t know she could fight like that as he threw her across that torn-up bed
Then I saw her weaken, and I feared she was dead.
I charged out from my hiding place
And gazed into his murderous face
And promptly lost my vengeful pace
As he turned his wraith my way.
Then two blasts rang through the night
And he fell with a terrible fright
From my gun she aimed with spite
To finally end his sway.
I gazed into his cold, dead eyes
And realized his rage
Was just a very poor disguise
For insecurity’s cage.
I heard my gun just fall to the floor as she turned to leave us all behind,
And that’s when it hit me: there’s no love in her black mind.
That’s the night I’ll never forget
When I learned what cheaters regret
And I saw that deadly intent
Is just a point of view.
That’s the night that I grew wise
To how her charms could cover lies
And why I did not recognize
That pain was all she knew.
Now I lay on this cold, stiff cot
And curse my bitter fate,
Reliving all the lines she’d shot
Until I took her bait.
I can’t believe I drew this wrap when that witch got off just all scot-free,
But I guess that’s what happens when a badge proves a great patsy.
-- Words and music copyright October 2015, Kirby Lee Davis