Robbed (A Song)

Bleak hand strolls along down the photograph; faded; it was of her Her mother sobbed and frowned Trying to find an earthly cure Robbed of her daughter, Robbed of her worldly cares. Robbed was her father Robbed, he ran out scared. Smokey light beam falls across the mortuary where she lay the clammy halls seemed to mourn when she passed away that day. Robbed of her presence Robbed of her sweet ways. Robbed of the present robbed of what she used to say Furnace fire belches heat waves Primed for the body of another the only witness to this event was her cryin' world-weary mother. Robbed of a beautiful one, robbed of youthful days. Robbed of her summer sun Robbed, she would've liked it that way.