You Have No Throne

Hush, little dearie don't you cry,

You have no choice for your hands are tied.

The long dark night has just begun,

You'll hear their laugh and you better not run.

The winds have a purpose; as the cold breeze blows,

You will have to stand on your own toes.

See, sweet darling your world's now small-

This room is yours for summer and fall.

You cannot hide from this storm

This terror reigns all night and morn.

The winter months will feel too long,

They will break you, for you're not that strong.

Don't sniffle, mo cuishle, you have no choice;

You were never meant for sweet paradise.

Your sins haunt you for who you are,

Your little heart races but you won't get far.

This world never cared for the likes of you,

You stand back and take it because you know it's true.

Don't hold your breath, my little dove,

And don't dare to swim, you're at shipwreck cove.

Their eyes linger on you with lust unbound,

They'll seize your last breath and sound.

You'll stay there till they've had their way,

It all will seem like it was just yesterday.

Wipe your tears, little hummingbird,

For tomorrow will bring you a fresh new world.

A world with no scheme or a plan,

You will smile as the cool blade touches your hand.

Your pains will wash away in crimson light,

Lay your arms down and end this fight.

Here you lay, my lovely child,

As the warm blood starts to pool, you sigh:

"I don't want to go this way,

Please, please make me stay."

I have no choice but to stifle your groan,

For in this world you had no throne.