Still

An underhanded girl

An act of desperation

And to my consternation

I let her go

She wants what she can get

Is that a fair depiction?

Does she believe her fiction?

It's hard to know

Is it innocence or guile?

Or nothing but a childish act of will?

She doesn't know she needs you

She willfully misleads you

But still

Still!

A son becomes a man!

At his father's knee

If my father asked questions

Well, where would we be?

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She's nothing but a child

A waif who needs protection

I feel a strange connection

I can't allow!

She says it's all a game

She trembles like a flower

But in her, there's a power

I see that now!

I am nothing but a man!

With nothing but his orders

To fulfill!

"I'm innocent!" She cries!

But then, you see her eyes

And something in them tells you

That she absolutely lies!

Until your heart replies

"But, still!"

Still

Still!