All the same take me away
We're dead to the world
The child gave thought to the poet's world
Gave comfort to the Fallen
Remaining, yet still uninvited
Those words scented my soul
It's not the monsters under your bed
It is the Man next door
That makes you fear, makes you cry,
Makes you cry for the child
All the wars are fought among those lonely men
Unarmed, unscarred
I don't want to die a scarless man