Speak to me while I sleep, tell me all the ugly things;
What you endured as a babe on the night of your release.
I remember you in second grade, your raven curly locks,
Though I can't recall your face...
Only heartbreak when you never returned.
Your father was a monster, a downright hellish goon,
Your innocence fell victim to a crime I can't attune.
Because it can't define you,
Don't cry anymore,
Your pain does not endure,
I hope you are smiling,
Guarded by the great lion,
Sitting at his throne,
He helped your spirit on.
I will bring you a posy, red and rosy, to the place in which you lay until my time to do the same.
We shall greet again, my love, just wait on my release.