my daughter's mind

you created your own world

and you don't let me in

you hiding from the world

like it is gold

I understand I don't like either

to be this small

but you hear a magical choir singing

about a promisse land

and there is no way

I can talk it out

you look exhausted

from what you are protecting

but still you go on

oh oh oh oh

the nights are silent but

not in your head

where god and demons

battle for the broken throne

I seen this before

and I know it will consume you

until the end of your existence

and I know it it's not your fault

but you could hear me