Track VII

Little Blanche afraid, the sweet white flower of the village
In dreams she danced but in truth
She was trod upon like any other weed
The child was never nurtured, she was pulled up by her roots to grow
Her mother knew only pillaging
Of empty bottles, promises, and barrels
She never knew her father
Now long dead, or wild, another buried dream
Beyond the badlands, where the just are cast aside to die
A poison had come to their home and everyone was sick
And no one remembered
Any other way of living, save for lies, villainy and killing
Every night she stared beyond the dust
Up at the stars that flickered a promise
The hopeful light of something great
Beyond the veil of violence and despair
She would sing until her mother came home drunk
And slapped the song out of her mouth
The flower withered
Hoping sleep would bring a day when everything would change

"Mother, there's a darkness coming in through the window
Please hold my hand, keep me safe from the shadow!
Don't leave me cold, bring me back to the meadow
Don't let me go alone!

Mother, there's a darkness coming in through the window
Please hold my hand, keep me safe from the shadow!
Don't leave me cold, bring me back to the meadow
Don't let me go alone!"