Midnight late last week, my daughter's diary   Didn't know what it might be 'til 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   A child, 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 great day in the fall   And the radio's singing down the hall   And I rise to turn it off ?cause all I'm seeing is her face   Age eight, eight