Scorn

I begged the men to disappear that night
 I begged them all to leave my girl alone
 I pleaded on my knees and tried to fight
 But to the judge, her fate was set in stone
 She looked at me in panic as they fled
 The guards just spat, she was accused of theft
 They stripped her naked in the streets of dread
 And beat my girl until her soul had left
 When dust turned clear the guards thеn set me free
 I ran to her and raisеd her twitching head
 Her emerald eyes still pierced through me
 Until I knew my little girl was dead
 My little girl was dead
 I took her from that wretched place of scorn
 Through the crowd, within my arms I carried her
 And dreamt of when her gentle heart was born
 Once at home, I cleaned and dressed and buried her
 They never saw the terror in her face
 They took my girl because they could
 Day and night I wish to take her place
 As any other honest father would
 I once believed the gods were meant to serve
 Not some hounds that crave young flesh to take
 They promised safety that we all deserve
 And yet the body, mind and soul still break
 The more I age I feel my time is near
 And soon, at last, I will join her in rest
 A decade passed and still I hear
 The echo of her cracking chest