Prisoner of War

Prisoner of War, PW, or POW

Should I find you, death slow and painful I vow

You hurt my friend, a little girl, your daughter

If you should see me, run away- you oughta

I'd catch you, string you up and cut you so deep

For haunting your daughter and stealing her sleep

Years later she's pained by memories of you

Cut in front of her so she could see it's through

For me too, I must admit, I want you dead

For once and for all, get you out of her head

You'd be the war prisoner, no more her, then

You, not she, would be convicted, to hell sent