This is the child that no-one sees.
Lost in a long ago melody.
This is the child who dances in the sunlight,
Walking the chasm between the dark and the bright.
This is the child in the rain in October,
Her eyes painted black, she holds a four-leaf-clover.
This is the child who cannot be heard,
Onyx eyes on amber, she devours your every word.
This is the child born of a thousand lies,
This little darling who paints pictures with her eyes.
This is the child you hear in your dreams,
Those dead, dark eyes haunt you with their screams.
This is the child lost to fate...
No, I'm sorry...
You were too late.
