What a hurtful thing.

How many children dream

Of slipping from their parents' memory

So they won't notice

That bad mark

That broken glass

But oh,

What a hurtful thing to do.

xxx

I'll find you, wherever you are,

I've got love to guide me.

I cross the bridge and there you are,

In your favourite coffee shop, (it used to be another one, your favourite)

Sipping coffee, looking out at the harbour.

You're happy and that makes me

Happy

Sad

Oh, what a hurtful thing to do.

Something's missing from your life

But you don't know, and how could you?

I've learned my lessons well, at school.

xxx

You see me, but

I'm a stranger.

I'm just a stranger to your eyes.

To your hearts?

How easily are hearts betrayed by minds.

xxx

I'll follow you home

Or to what you call home now.

Don't think I'm a stalker,

Just because I'm a stranger to your eyes.

xxx

Ring that doorbell, my scarred heart pounds.

Hello.

I know you don't know me.

Yes, this is a wand, a real one.

I only need a minute.

I'm back.

xxx

I'm back to your hearts and minds.

I love you, mum.

I love you, dad.

I love your tears, and mine, and most of all

That we cry them together.