His little girl used to play,  

Used to be full of life,  

Used to be his princess.  

She used to be—his—little girl. 
 

She was the light in his life,  

She was the smile his heart needed.  

But today, his heart has become frozen.  

She no longer speaks. 
 

The Question remains in his heart, “Am I to blame?”  

I feel I have become weak,  

No longer having the strength to inspire,  

No longer having the strength to rejoice. 
 

To walk in this world with my head held high, but with a steady stream flowing endlessly.
 

I’ve walked this path in a daze of ill repute.  

I’ve put myself to shame with unending thoughts of guilt.  

Shall peace surrender unto me?  

Will my body bend to its will?  

Or will I remain in a tortured state,  

To blame myself until the very end.