We were one,
Til our first son,
Tommy was number two
Born of me and you,
Becky made three,
Happy were we;
You began to drink
Love could only sink
Still we were one
Though I felt alone
The violence began
Not in our plan.
Reality all the same
Excuses so lame;
I am left to wish
It had not ended like this.
I yearn for those years
Kept in my heart so dear,
Before the trials,
When life was full of smiles.
I was happy as could be
With you and my babies three
Life was fun
When we were one
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