In the world you were a hunter.
You looked for prey, I know all about the terrible things you've done.
Now you are safely tucked away and the world sleeps more soundly, knowing where you are.
I could have been your victim.
I could have been your prey.
Or maybe I am, or maybe those whose sleep is undisturbed are more the victims.
Maybe their need to keep you in your prison, imprisons them as well.
You were a hunter in the world and now you're safely tucked away.
It's to our good we're rid of you, they say.
But there must be someone who believes there are no scores to settle.
Someone who will care, not in spite of, but because.
There must be someone who could give you what you know you don't deserve.
There must be some first comer, to go against the grain.