Disclaimer: I don't own YU-GI-OH

A/N: This is the fourth part of the poem and I hope you like this one as well


PART IV

I cried when they arrested me

They didn't understand

That I was treated unfairly

I really loved my baby

Even though she asked a lot

She never was really sad

We shared a strong bond

My daughter and I

She was always early

In everything that she did

And saw the good in everyone

Even if they had been bad

I shouldn't be in jail for it

I love my little girl

It isn't against the law

and they all know it

I lost everything in my life

That I had fought so very hard

Can't they see that I've tried

Parents aren't perfect

My little girl was really special

Anyone could see it

Her smile lit up a room

And her voice was a call from heaven

The police just ignore me

I lawyer thinks I'm lying

When I say I'm innocent

I really love my baby

I lost Rachael over the system

Another one I won't ever see

For they had wrongly accused me

Of murdering my own daughter

The jurors listen to the testimony

I'm sure they don't believe

That I didn't do the things I did

Please, it was just a head injury

I cry when they show the photos

of the bruises and the nose

The burns are all third degrees

Her tiny bones are broken

I take the stand and tell them the truth

My defense is all my goal to aim for

I have to tell them what really went on

For I am the only one that was there that day

My little girl had died so horribly

before she ever turned four

I have lost for the very thing

I had been fighting for

But I can't give up

Because now what I am doing

Is pushing on for Annette

To tell the truth and nothing but

The verdict reads guilty

In almost every count

Instead of getting murder

I got the manslaughter charge

As they lead me away

I feel as though I've lost

And before they take me away

I scream so very loud

I shout so they could hear me

So many people hadn't

I tell them I have always loved my baby

I wouldn't have ever hurt her

They aren't very happy with that though

I can see it in their eyes

For they don't even look my way

They are too busy talking

Why can't they see

What is very obvious to them

It is right in front so how can they miss it

I love my daughter Annette Lee