Midnight late last week, my daughter's diary Didn't know what it might be until it was open I only read one page and then put it away Talk about your big mistakes. Hey Shan, nice going Photos show no tears in her eyes All those pretty years gone by I just cannot believe could do that to a child Shannon just flew down, four days back in town She sleeps and lies around and then she goes up And then one day she's gone, what should I have done Joe turns the TV on with all the lights out Photos on the wall, she's my baby, she's my baby doll Is she someone I don't know at all? Is she someone I betrayed It's a grey day in the fall And the radio's singing down the hall And I rise to turn it off and all I'm seeing is her face, age eight