Twinkle, twinkle little star...
How I wonder, where art thou.

Up above the cellar sleeping,
Where I lay half dying.

My drunkard father
Comes tumbling down,
Knocking down, high and low
At this ungodly hour.

He is soaking wet,
As God's tears come pouring in.
He is loud
Fumbling about.

He walks round,
And the fear creeps in.
I am afraid.
'I wanna live,' is what's on my mind.

Have you...
—Ever felt a fear so poignant, that it twists your vision, your sense of justice?

Have you...
—Ever felt so afraid, you are compelled to hold something sharp, something that will give you a kind of peace?

Have you...
—Ever tried being alone, a child lost in the vastness of a big house?

Have you...
—Ever been so afraid of a knock, you dismiss it as the wind?

Have you...
—Ever felt the world tumbling down, as he took a shower, tumbling things, fumbling 'round, all heavy and drunk?


Have you ever felt such a gripping pain, a fear that chokes, a punding heart? Every move he makes, your senses heightens, and he comes out and you come in, try to hide, lose him out...



Fear creeps in. And he drops dead, asleep on the couch.