CURTAINS OF LACE...
He sits in the corner...

Dark. walls close in
air chokes my breath...

Don't be sorry
For whom you are...

Slowly watch it fade
color dulls and falls...

I was so scared
to come to school...

Another day goes by
And I see them cry...

I tiptoe so quietly
into his throne room...

You gently stroked
my small head...

It creaks from age
Old wood worn thin...

I thought of you today
as the sun kissed me goodnight...

Can you hear me
calling your name...

I can't live without you...