My thoughts are now turned within,
Cutting out the noise and din
Of the dreaded world I’m living in.
I think of the sun, the trees, the sky:
Pleasant thoughts upon which to die.
The sun does shine within my brain,
But when I look around it starts to rain.
One day soon, I believe, someone will save
My body from its early grave;
“Rescue me from death”,
That is my only plea for help.

People, children, brothers, friends,
Often come to bitter ends:
“Died in the bath, covered in blood,
Slit in his throat,
A scalpel at his side,
His flesh cut open wide.
That is how he died”,
They told me once, a while ago,
And so much pain you’ll never know.
Suffering for us is a way of life,
Always there to make you sad,
But listen, my friends, you feel so bad?
I’m your child so hold my arm;
Kiss my face - I’ll do you no harm.
We shall walk into the night
Like fairies on a distant flight
Into a new and better land,
Where children are seen and also heard,
Where fairies can fly all day,
And elves and pixies come out to play.
That land is called home
- The best place to be;
The only place where we will be truly free.
There, my friends, we’ll join together,
Kiss goodnight, then dream forever.


© 2000 Matt Everett