In her i could see my pride,
A badge of honor for me,
She was and is my prestige.
She was beautiful and cuddly.
Upon my shoulders she'd travel,
Travel,
And see the world and it's people.
She'd often ask me about,
About ailment, anger and agony,
In people.
She'd worry about everyone,
And she'd pray for everyone.
I'd always tell her,
That not everyone is lucky like you,
Not everyone is as good as you.
She believed in her father,
And she trusted in her father,
For she thought, he'd never,
Let her go,
Never let go of her hand.
I promised to protect her,
From the filthy scoundrels,
From the dirty wolves.
But i wish i was there,
That night when my daughter
was AILING.
I wish i could have protected her,
From the dirty hands of this world,
I wish i was there,
To save her from that moment of AGONY,
I wish i could hide this ANGER in me,
As if that night had never happened,
As if she was never touched and RAPED.
You were only fourteen,
And you were your father's queen,
I am sorry my beautiful baby.
And i want you to know,
That your father still loves you.
Yours Lovingly,
A darling daughter's father
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