Tragedy wraps their soft blanket around me Their own scars I can see plainly They are shaped like cruel words Their soft voice whispers, "He's gone. Don't be afraid." Their soft blanket weaves the comfort into my soul and broken heart The animals burned in the fire come back to life The yarn sews it's way in and replaces my veins My heart is protected with a lock and key Tragedy throws the key into a lake blackened by Greed and smiles, twirls their skirt, and shouts, "Come on. We've got a planet to save."