There once was a day
I went to my boys house to stay
We slept under the covers nice and warm
But suddenly his face was forelorn
Out of the bed he raced
To a secrete door under a rug he paced
And left me behind
I couldn't read these signs
So there I went too
And suddenly knew
What his life had been
It was covered in sin
Under the door and down the stair
Were bodies skinned and hung with care
I'd scream and cry
Then he sighed
And I felt sad
And I wasn't mad
He asked why I hadn't run
I said you're face is my only sun
He told me that when folks left him it was most of the fun
Back on the shelf he put his gun

There once was a girl who's body was strawberry red
On the television children had seen the colors other humans bled
And when someone else dies or is hurt, that is the color they shed
When the girl tried to speak, the others had fled
She lived out many years in dread
Until a doctor came to her, provided her some anti-rouge information, and she read
Then, for the procedure she plead
When she woke in the hospital bed
"It worked! This new miracle med!"
But when she left, folks on the street still stopped dead
She spoke to the doctor, to which he said
Silly girl, you'll only ever be normal in your own head

All my leaves are gray
On my branch they told me they'd stay
You told me where to look
And now I see their green faces in a hook
So I cut paper seeds
And from them grew my paper leaves
With a light behind them I'd soon weave
Now I have shadows, but never trees