A spider is in the cradle
And dangerous lies come from within
For a person's life is a web
Which gets ever the more tangled
The closer they get to their sunset.
Tiptoe carefully, my child,
For the spiders that jump, that bite.
But never, my dearest,
Become one who accepts that they've been hidden away
And must remain there
And must remain there In order to be adored, accepted, and, above all