Let's walk among the murky shore
Among the leeches there...

You bottle up your emotions
Keeping them like sacred wine...

Let the night lead us
From the shadows of our pain...

The stab...
though felt first in heart...

Was it not just yesterday when I held you in my...
When your favorite breakfast was a bowl of Lucky...

Little child, in your bed
I see you sleeping so serene...

Little Claire
if you dare...

I have a little dolly
Her name is Wicked Sue...

Little Gertie was so dirty
But wouldn't take a bath...

Little girl,
I see you crying...

Little Jackie Ripper perched
on a window sill...

I was a pillow on a bed
so unhappy so full of dread...