Pavane for my dead daughter

Written by: Brian Terry

Pavane for my dead daughter
 
So Innocent
So Chaste
So young
Unfulfilled
 
She died in my arms in the courtyard
The courtyard of my villa in Spain
What had she done to deserve this?
What had I done?
 
Is there nothing  up THERE?
No Pity
No love
Above
 
How dare THEY preach of love?
My hatred knows no bounds
I’d crucify HIM once again
And again and again
 
I sit with her in my arms
In the courtyard
The courtyard of my villa in Spain
I’ll lead the sad Pavane
 
The sad processional dance
For my darling daughter
I am bereft
What had she done to deserve this?