I almost had her. She was almost mine. My little lamb knelt down on a church pew asking for protection. A shepard is what she needed, Guidance through the storm.
Instead, I took matters into my own hands. Instead, I’ve spent five years in prison, in the name of keeping her safe. Some call it obsession. I call it love, Protection, God’s work.
All I know for fact is, I lost her once. This time, I’m claiming her for keeps.
