Ben's Little Girl

Here, there are no bad dreams

Just that sleep you yearned for.

Ben, will you sleep in that wanted peace?

Or will you simply drown them all in bloody streams?

Now, now, my father, come and rest your head

They may have not tried to tell you but you can even tell that you're dead.

Believe it or not, it is still true.

Ben, my father, come and sleep as you must:

We all leave this world sometime.

Your eyes, once filled with such trust, are now emptied with anger divine.

Daddy, you seem so much younger.

And yet much more older.

Since you've an soul with insatiable hunger.

Just go to your eternal sleep.

And let me be your crying shoulder...

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