Living rooms,
Dining rooms,
Welcome hands.

Hateful glares,
Sneering smiles,
Open arms.

Walk down the logs
**** in the stream.
Dance on the cobbles.
**** up your knees.

Walk an the pathway.
Death in the brush.
Skip on the cobbles.
Murderous rush.

Over the threshold.
In mothers arms.
Dagger in cuddles.
Blood soaking.

Footsteps tip tap church on the hill.
Sunday, best day, hill by the stream.
Tip tap toe step what shall we see?
Father. Praise be. Come unto me.
Hill step tip toe down to the lake.
Rocks and fishes, toes in the pond.
Tad poles, nibble toes, children alone.
Tip tap tip toe, father the frog.

Even in my wildest dreams...
I'm here. Waiting for you.
In our secret place.
Our place.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you to free me.
From times chains,
From you.
I'm waiting.
Waiting for you to free me.
From you.

They'll get bored soon.
They will
You know they will.
You're a disgrace.
You walk like it's your right.
You talk like you have permission.
You'll see yourself for what you are.
Soon.
Very soon.

The glint in the water,
It sprinkles in your eyes.
A Nymph gesture.
All mine.
It glows, in everything you do.
Mirror, opinions. Lost. Because it's in those.
Those big browny green eyes.

I saw your blood poor at your feet,
I saw your face when you saw me.
I saw your arms, zen Waterfall,
I saw your eyes, you needed me.