Fortune's Child

All that I’ve ever loved

All I could ever feel

Trapped inside a little girl’s eyes

Green and bright

They shoot about

Like a porcupine’s needles

The green traces lines

Through bands of gold and

scary Orange-red

She’d smile and twirl and laugh for you

But fortune’s child is dying

Swift and sad

In this world

The buildings are coming too fast

No time to let her run

The money’s going somewhere

Down a hobgoblin’s drain

Never to be seen again

Leaving her helpless and confused

The world has chased her dreams away and

There’s no net left to catch them

Homicide is how the news likes to run

And blood is just a rust stain to be feared

Maybe she should cry

where’s the flap

to leave this circus tent?

Maybe she should hold you hand

Maybe she should die