There are so many places you could for sleep,
and yet you insist on that awful tree
as if it's your only option.
I watch you, wish I could hold you-
but you wouldn't allow that now, would you?
No, you won't be held
not by me or by anyone else.
Oh, but how I long; if only it was possible.
I'm not the only one, my child.
There are others,
and gladly they would hold you
in one way or another.
But time and again,
you refuse.
Even she, who you protect before all, care for before all,
can't get close to you.
I weep crystals for you from my place,
here in the clouds beyond.
My poor boy;
your closest friend you keep miles away.
I sigh.
You just won't understand, foolish child,
can, but won't.
Forbidden you have been,
forbidden you keep yourself.
Oh, my sin, my son, how long?