All the same take me away
We're dead to the world
The child gave thought to the poet's world
Gave comfort to the Fallen
(Heartfelt, lovelorn)
Remaining, yet still uninvited
Those words scented my soul
(Lonely soul, Ocean soul)
It's not the monsters under your bed
It is the Man next door
That makes you fear, makes you cry,
Makes you cry for the child ...