I walk the shadowy streets with cold steel in hand,
Pointed to my heels is the power of revenge,
Finger on the trigger waiting for justice to be made,
Focussed on my mission the street peoples screams fade,
They see only an angry man with a gun,
I hardly notice when they take cover and run,
Im out to get the one who wronged my baby girl,
The miserable Rapist who changed her whole world,
He stole her innocense and hit her till she bled,
Leaving her behind in shock just cradled in her bed,
Only 9 years old and now shes scarred for life,
With visions of his evil face embedded in her sight,
So I walk with steel and justice in hand,
I may go to prison but he will never do it again,
I cry a river of emotions as I walk up to his door,
I knock till he stands before me then pull the trigger and watch him fall as I even the score,
I look down at my Dad as a pool of blood flows across his floor,
Then I Scream out " She was your granddaughter", "What the hell did you do that for"!
Now the sirens scream out as they echo down the street,
My heart feels the loss and revenge was no earned treat,
The dad I use to know still remains inside my head,
and now my pain is doubled with my dad painted all in red..
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-03-22 14:39:11
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