| Dreadful Silence A quiet night, sharing her bed My head upon her shoulder Looking in to her eyes She confided in me As I do to you Her desire for children But she wanted them to be Nothing like her Passing to a generation New aspirations In her arms, by her side I would dream That she would make me her husband And make her dreams my own Beautiful daughters A house built with love I could not have predicted the consequences Perhaos a verbal agreement The blown chance To sleep in her arms A father to her children A house of beautiful daughters Looking at their mother, as I would The source of life, my lover She is my ambition And part of my desperate nature |