Perspective three

How could this be he was found guilty
Now he is free
How could this happen to me
How could not see

I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise

I can hardly walk or talk
I crawl along blackened streets
I close my eyes to try and hear her voice
But all I can see is blood filled sheets

I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise

I think of laying in her death bed
And all thoughts that ran through her head
The place in which she once left safe
Ripped from in a cruel twist of faith

I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise

I am horrified to try to understand
My god death this cruelest of hand
And even though he death so she kept her faith the final blow
The blood stained rosary beads and the letter that told he horrible deeds
Now I have laid her to rest
I wear my vengeance as a crest
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Posted: Sep 2014

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