The child gave thought to the poet’s world

Gave comfort to the Fallen

Heartfelt, lovelorn

Remaining, yet still uninvited

Those words scented my soul

Lonely soul, Ocean soul

It’s not the monsters under your bed

It is the Man next door

That makes you fear, makes you cry,

Makes you cry for the child

All the wars are fought among those lonely men

Unarmed, unscarred

I don’t want to die a scarless man

A lonely soul

Tell me now what to do

I studied silence to learn the music

I joined the sinful to regain innocence

Heaven queen, cover me

In all that blue

Little boy, such precious joy

Is dead to the world

Heaven queen, carry me

Away from all pain

All the same take me away

We’re dead to the world

Dead, silent, constant

Yet always changing

My favorite view of this world

As he died, he will return to die in me again

Weaving the cloth, giving birth to the Century Child

Who gave his life not for the world but for me

Innocence reborn once more