Three years ago there was a man and his wife;
the man had all when he had her in his life.
They married two years and started a family;
their daughter reached two and then came a tragedy.
His wife was battered, then murdered and raped;
they caught the killer, whom said it was fate.
Throughout his life the man never loved again;
Said he had too much pain built up from within.
His daughter's now five and he's joined the marines;
the pain isn't gone, but that is how it seems.
The man loves his daughter and she is always in his prayers...
he wants the killer to get the chair, but nobody cares.
The killer wrote letters saying he would escape...
vowing he would come back and finish what was fate.
Then prison called the man, saying to watch out;
because the killer had, somehow broken out.
As time went by the daughter stayed with a sitter;
and the killer decided to come and get her.
He walks right in and takes the man’s daughter;
he shows the sitter his gift with slaughter.
When the man returns to his house he finds a note;
but
You'll never find her is all the killer wrote.
He locks the little girl up, deep underground;
says
where you are at, one would hear a sound.
He throws food from a dumpster onto the floor;
says
Pay for daddy's sins you little whore.
The food is in a pile and he says through his smiles,
Your daddy won't find you, there is nothing for miles.
He says
You must eat this food, although it's gone bad,
or else you'll starve, die and then never see your dad.
When the killer walks out and he shut the door;
it's light the that little girl will see no more.
She can feel stuff move in the food that she eats,
it's too dark to see and she thinks that its meat.
The man can hear his daughter’s voice and feel her pain;
it never lets up and its driving him insane.
The little girl’s cold and feels kind of sick;
the fathers listens until something clicks.
The man finds clues in the cries of his angel;
he approaches the problem from every angle.
He looks low and he even looks high;
he looks so hard and tries not to cry.
He quits eating so that everyone's clear;
he doesn't want to live without her here.
He's growing weak and she's on the verge of dying;
he knows where she's at, but she's no longer crying.
He gets to the basement and opens the door;
he's weak from not eating and falls to the floor.
His daughter takes a breath... pauses... and then another;
he knows in his heart she's about to join her mother.
He crawls to his angel, only to watch her die;
but in his heart he's happy, she'll no longer cry.
He lays his arm over her although she's gone;
he's waiting to join her and it won’t be long.
The killer says
At least we've avoided the cliché;
then he shuts, locks the door and quickly walks away.
By: Cheyenne Buchanan
