he can't remember where he got the knife
now he's behind bars, sentenced for life
was this the hand that he had been dealt?
didn't anyone understand just how he felt?
how days turned to endless night
was he wrong, or was he right?
the need to protect, his job as a father
that man never should've touched his daughter
and he still sees eyes so big, happy and brown
he screamed as they lowered her into the ground
she was so young, still had the world at her feet
she was so innocent, pure and sweet
and he took that, took everything away
and justice wasn't served, he had to pay
so the father watched, he would wait
fueled by anger, consumed by hate
he watched as the life left the man's eyes
and imagined the screams, his daughters cries
he thought he'd feel relief
something other than grief
but the hole grew bigger, too deep
and in this cell he starts to weep
for the whole world and it's people