Child

How come it always has to be black and white.
How come it always has the same meaning.
Always falling through the cracks in the light.
The floor boards always creaking.

Believe my words when I say this story.
The story of a young girl hidden away.
In the silent night her dreams she carries.
Make sure to listen today.
There's not much time now.
So I lay this upon your brow.

Take it slow my child.
Don't hide behind the past.
My child afraid of dark restyled.
My child afraid of lights last.

She fell through the cracks of life.
She just kept falling and falling.
She thought the only way was the knife.
She just kept on digging and digging.
I say this for her.

Take it slow my child.
Don't hide behind the past.
My child afraid of dark restyled.
My child afraid of lights last.

She was so afraid she was lost.
Couldn't even remember being found.
She didn't want to lose her frost.
Didn't even want a new sound.
Didn't even want to hear the blue jay.
Though she listened to what he had to say.

Take it slow my child.
Don't hide behind the past.
My child afraid of dark restyled.
My child afraid of lights last.