Hear, hear,
All that you fear,
Those wretched depths
That have you seared.

Soft, tread lightly,
Little one,
For you have a tormented soul,
Broken, far beyond repair.

Wish carefully,
Little one,
For what you seek could be a curse
And what you oversee, a blessing.

Time and time again,
There comes the pain
What you yearn for is release
What you need is assent.