Grip was tight and held high,
Proclaiming cheerfully,
Arrival of the child,
Father said, it’s a girl,
Hearing this they all smiled.

Grip was tight and held high,
her hand by her teacher,
She proved she was no less,
Standing tall in the crowd
said her father, God Bless.

Grip was tight and held high,
both her hands by the man,
Unholy act of crime.
Broken and shamed, she was
The father’s precious dime.

Grip was tight and held high,
this noose is the answer,
she thought and tied her neck.
There was a touch divine,
Father’s grip, saved from wreck

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