Confusion and Tunes of The Past
I hate this, I hate it all, I hate HIM...
I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM...
And as I wipe away my tears
Down the well, Go all my fears
He holds me tight and keeps me safe.
Safe, though he, himself, a darling waif.
I HATE HIM.
I hate it all...
Do you see the child, there?
Playing with his bouncy ball...?
Waiting for his mother's call...?
A call that ne're comes...
Yet at night, he always hums...
Hums the song his mother sang...
In his heart he feels a pang...
A poke and pang, a starving pain...
His mother by the war was slain.
So much war and death is here...
Yet washed away is every fear...
I hate him so much,
From loving so dearly...
It is nothing...
Not even merely...
Merely hoping,
In this time
And on this day.
By his side
I'll always stay...
A promise made...
A promise kept...
I heard him hum...
While last, he slept...