I sit on your chest,
Missing your beating heart
While you rested for eternity
and the beasts trampled your body
My little imagination wondered,
Who will play next to me?
Take me on rides like now,
who will take me home?
And what would I tell my father,
Did I fail to save you from the butchery?
When I grow old in this treacherous world
Should I remember your gentle smile,
Or the blood on your shirt.
Rest in peace for now
Let me go home to my mum
I want to hide until the gloom,
departs my home perpetually.