They wont listen
A fathers Fight
Through laws and courts
I must fight
Where so-called saviours
Dismiss your plight
Just ticking boxes
They don't care
But on your scalp I've found grey hair
Ticked boxes won't change your fate
They will not act
Till it's too late
She has no say
She's just a child
They preach to me all through the trial
Your granted contact, your a good man
Said Biblically as they wash their hands
They heard your fears they're all on file
Where Angels weep
And evil smiles