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!