(crack)
Go ahead, babe;
hang in there.
Your heart's light hasn't faded;
it’s inside, crying for your love.

I won't lie to you;
surely you are like a rabbit.
That's what you smell like.
Deep down, it's your real name.

Although maybe you
have no idea about the reason
for your name.
So peaceful, but a bit of a funny one.

I call you "rabbit” —
Cos you're truly healing.
So, this time, I plead,
be a cure-all,
by
wipe away the tears.

**** your darlings;
they won't let you see the truth.
By all means, **** them,
as they echo within the walls
of your roomy soul.


Don't pick up a gun,
That would only be a tragedy.
Any blood shed for the sake
of despair is no good.
It's like a raw holocaust
with no divine smell.


Rather, you should use the soul's shield,
which is your only watchman;
Feel the right to be a daisy,
with an open heart for the unknown.
Deep down,
you've been crying for that.


Now my beloved bunny,
sip your medicine.
Drain off those raindrops from your eyes,
And never forsake you.

(sip-sip)