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?

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!