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