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!