Little girl, I am so sorry.
14 years old, how could you have known.
21, and I should have known better.
And yet here I am, not far, have I flown.
Do you see the house, up on the hill?
It knew we'd be back,
It waited, and still-
I swore this time was different.
How many times I wish I'd listened.
Just variations on a theme!
Little girl, I am so sorry.
I've led us back into the dark.
Back to this place, these familiar woods, filled with the pain we'd worked so hard- to rid ourselves of completely.
To start fresh, to start anew.
And of all the lies I've ever told,
I'm most ashamed I lied to you.