He couldn't move as seasoned as he was   There was something in this one that was too much for him      Please let my girl go   Don't let her read this day   He had a daughter, he hoped to live through      Four years old, ten years to reach to this girl   Detective, take note of all you've seen   Like her hand still holding the smallest leaf   The neck angled too far from her body   And the body's position at the base of this tree      Please let my girl go without knowing what I know   Don't let her read this day on my face when I come home      He wrote measurements on a pad of paper   Noted each bruise and abrasion   How could this happen to a girl so young?      Please let my girl go without knowing what I know   Don't let her read this day on my face when I come home      Please let my girl go without knowing what I know   Don't let her read this day on my face when I come home      Please let my girl go without knowing what I know