A child with a soft voice

She speaks of a better place

A place she used to live

Her small petite fame and round eyes

A man with a gruff voice

His beard overgrown

His eyes that have known

Much pain and sorrow

He sings quietly and says no more

They watch over me 

Sit with me 

Sometimes they take different forms

Killian

I named them all

All the same

Their red eyes watching 

Connected to a shadow of limbs and torsos

They catch my eye

Run around behind me

I see you there in front of me

Killian

You are real

They just don't believe me