Carrying his Angel with a face
A father once gentle, once unconditional
Looks down at his child with tender eyes
He gives her a name so regal, Victoria

Singing with his Angel with a smile on her face
Melodies rich, still sounding of ivory
He caresses her cheek and whispers a verse
A song to others, to her, so much more.

Dancing with his daughter, whom has his face
Glances at her, and how she has changed
Sincerity flashes behind his coffee eyes
He tells her she's loved and allows her to bloom.

Fighting his daughter, tears down her face
Corruption filling his mouth with ribbons of cruelty
A fatal intoxication laced of hatred and envy
Leaving her aching, her soul left to hurt and suffer.

He's given up and forgotten that girl
His Angel now, without a face.