Stars twinkling bright
Under the pale moonlight...

Here child, fit into this mold
The one that's been made for you...

When you hold me in your arms,
All my problems...

Dear Lord,
I have to ask, can you hear her prayers...

So little time
And so much to say...

Lies upon my grave
Curses upon you all...

The water is cool at my feet
Surging and pulling back...

Swirling darkness of my mind
Black horses race across...

I sit next to the still water
Of a cool pond...

This is a this cat.
This is an is cat...

She lays, covered in lace
Her cold lifeless hands...

His blood flows freely
Over her hands...