It was the word on the street,
a new couple had arrived in town
they seemed very happy,
and their skin colour was brown.

Soon their love grew a fruit,
a new baby was born.
Something just wasn´t right,
the dad was out from dusk ´till dawn.

He cheated on his wife repeatedly,
almost every night
the only sound heard from their house
were the noises of their fight.

One night the neighbours heard no more,
he had lost control, called his wife a whore.
For the beautiful young mother, there was no turning back
finally she had realized, their lives were seriously off track.

As she thought of happy they used to be,
while she tried to take a breath,
she couldn´t see it coming,
but the next thing for her was death.

Her last thoughts were all about
how one man could chance so fast
she heard her murderers baby crying
as she took her last gasp.

It was the word on the street
“´till death will do us apart”
didn´t he feel anything
in his heart ?