Why do you cry, little girl?
Your days have always been grey,
the current has always sloshed around as ugly as ever,
loyalties surrounding you are more the confirmation of your wishful thoughts,
who should care what lovely pictures you paint of the world?
These fruits are not so nectar sweet as you swore,
the flowers are all but flowering in the prettiness you’ve dreamt for them.
Why do you still cry, simple girl?
They’ve passed beyond your shiny mind,
these faces have died with their twisted conceptions of humanity,
so why do you mourn for them?
These shadows, they are as you allow them to be and then no more.
There would be a great sadness for us all when we lose ourselves to this madness,
and such a sad madness too.
Please don’t cry, sweet girl. Please.