To thee do we cry

Oh poor banished children

Why do thee cry at night

Is the ghost of the past haunting thee again

Your weeps are soft and silent

But what is keeping thee awake

In a tower so tall

And chained to the wall

Why you cry

Is it the knife I have in my hand

Or the fact that your life will end

I’m the ghost of the past

I know you want to end

Let me end thy suffering

You whimper at the thought

But don’t utter a word

You have nothing to live for

But now I smile

When your scream’s pierce the air

I walk away

No more children cowering at me

I guess it’s finally time to move on