Come little one,

Come find thee,

I'm waiting for you,

Past the willow tree.

Where pain can't hurt

Where shadows can't linger

And rage can't shout

And no one lifts a finger.

The trees will be tall

And branched thick

Stones will be rocks

And animals sick.

Leave this twisted world

With drunken creatures

With tortured souls

And pitiful dreamers

Dance with the crows

And play in your grave

Live in the shadows

Make the night your slave.

Don't hold on to tight

When they scream your name

Let them see you broken

Let them take the blame

Because you can't be scarred

Broken or bruised

You will always win

You'll never lose.

So come little one

Come found thee

I'm waiting for you

Past the willow tree