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            You were my lover so kind so true
            until those wicked words I said.
            I hurt you deeply, right to the bone
            I just wish that I were dead.

            Those hurting words can't be taken back.
            You cringed, your precious heart in pain.
            Now I must suffer silently.
            Cause I won't have your love again.

            As I sit here at the keyboard,
            The hot tears fall on my desk.
            We know we bent and broke the rules,
            We know we failed God's test

            What can I do, what can I do??
            Your mind I cannot alter.
            And now you'll stand for right, not wrong.
            Your convictions will not falter.

            So, I stand here at my kitchen sink,
            and as teardrops hit the water.
            Another sad thought just crossed my mind.
            Oh no...here comes my daughter....

            As my little daughter takes my hand
            and in her childish voice asks, 'Why?'
            She sees the silent tears roll down my face
            and I answer....
            Honey, sometimes mamas need to cry.

            Sometimes mamas need to cry I said.
            The truth they'll never understand.
            So many things that hurt a heart,
            some hurts we can't withstand.

            So I will do my crying all alone,
            where other cannot see.
            More hot tears run down my face,
            over forbidden love, not supposed to be.

            So forbidden love, I love you so.
            But of our love we can never speak.
            So for love that was and love that is,
            Forever safe in our hearts we'll keep.