O judge us kindly, Thou that judgest rightly 
All things that mortal are — 
Men that lift up weak hands unto Thee nightly 
And every wandering star. 
Thy sisters are the End and the Beginning, 
Thine is the empty hearth: 
Thine, too, the quiet sleep for all men's winning 
In kindly earth: 
And Thine, the souls that wake from sleep to sinning, 
Osiris. 

We saw Thee not, Lord, in the crowded city, 
Nor in the market-place 
Heard we the falling of Thy feet: have pity, 
Let Thy queen's hidden face 
Be softened with Thy mercy at our crying; 
Thy hand that slew painted the lotus-blossom, 
And sowed love's seed in the kind mother's bosom: 
By Philae, where Thy mortal part is lying, 
We know ye live, we know that we are dying, 
Osiris! 

Thou knowest we are weak: that we are strong 
We know not: for like waves 
We fall and shatter, and a bridal song 
Breaks music round our graves. 
We are the strings that help thy harp to sweetness. 
Alas! we only sing 
Sweet things borne down, and ruin that ends completeness, 
Lord, and our King! 
Thine is the dream, and Thine the dawn that breaks it; 
We can but dream and die. 
Thou art the song and the silence that o'ertakes it 
Ere yet the tears be dry. 
Beside the labouring kine the neatherd trudgeth, 
At noon thou mak'st red earth of him again: 
We cry against thee, "Who art thou that judgeth, 
Maker who marrest men?"

I was just a young man back then, full of hope and dreams 
Thought I could give my little girl the world, or so it seemed
I warned her 'bout that no-good husband, told her he was bad news
But she wouldn't hear it, said he was the one, her heart he'd never lose

But life had other plans in store, that man brought naught but strife
He hurt my daughter, broke her heart, almost took her life
So I had to step in, to protect my precious child
Didn't mean for it to go so far, but in that moment, I ran wild

I'm a father, I'm in prison, 
For protecting my little girl
She married the wrong man, I warned her from the start
He brought her nothing but pain, he made her world fall apart

Our Father who art in prison
I'd do it all again, in a heartbeat
To save my precious angel, my whole world
I'd trade my freedom, for the safety of my little girl

I remember when she was just a toddler, so carefree and sweet
Pushing her dolls in a pram, by the old canal, 
I swore I'd keep her safe, from the darkness of this world
But that monster she married, made my daughter's life unreal

She visits me every week, tears streaming down her face
Saying I shouldn't have done it, that I should have walked away
But a father's love is boundless, there's no price that I won't pay
To protect my little angel, 'til my dying day

We've been spending most our lives,
With our father locked away inside
We've been spending most our lives, 
In our father's prison paradise
We keep spending most our days, 
Visiting him behind those gates
We keep spending most our days,
In our father's prison paradise
We'll be spending all our lives,
'Til the day he's free again 
We'll be spending all our lives,
In our father's prison paradise

Behind these bars, I see her smile fade
Walls closing in, memories replay
Courtroom silence turned my world upside down
Judge's gavel slammed my dreams into the ground

I hear the yard call, echoes of the street
Brothers in a hard place, life's on repeat
From the cell block, I dream of better days
Where my angel smiles, and these nightmares fade