1. PROWLER

That night you entered my home
Took my baby girl,
She was so beautiful,
We said good-night for the last time.
You took her somewhere cold and dark,
I doubt she cried...
She was strong that way.
She probably held your hand,
She was sweet that way
She would have painted you a picture,
She was kind that way.
You stole her first kiss,
Her first intimate moment,
Along with her last breath
I cannot find remorse.
I should forgive;
But I cannot
I should not hunt you;
But I will
I should not bleed you slowly
But I will