Your past we'll lay bare, strip your skeletons child
There's more then the tip of an ice burg bobbing in the waves.
More then the rings off bark 'round every tree.
There are places where the sun don't touch
And there's more to me.

Worthless child you could do better
The water been a rising ever since I came.
The lash of branches bright and green swaying in midsummer's breeze.
Murky shadows where I made my name.
Sunlight on pebbled shores.
You should know I'm the same.
Smell of poppies delicate in their own right.

You were made for a purpose Irdlirvirisissong

Young and sweet as new grown grass.
Happy as a lark in a sun beam.
All those deep and beautiful things in the heart of a forest.
Not much weighs little shoulders down.
Sun always comes through rain.
Like a newborn fawn's first steps
In the heart of this forest.

We know you can hear us, you've answered before

A child's unwavering trust,
An old man's bitterness,
Dogged determination to make things right,
Open arms to those who need it,
The need for closeness from those who will give it,
It'll wait to the end of time;
Go to the ends of the earth.
A Dog's loyalty,
A streams swiftness,
A butterflies delicateness

Why won't you listen

Force from nature sweet and bold.
But there are secrets to be told
There are places dark and deep in the heart of this forest.
Places where murky waters swirl and writhe.
Unfathomably deep, what's underneath
More then the surface
That's right child, we secrets won't stay still

It had a past
Like blurry visions through a looking glass
Why can't you try harder my little one, try harder for your mother
Stained with regret like coffee grains and paper
Truth not to be found
Lies abound
No one ever stayed then either

Angry words like nails
You useless shit, you're a weed boy
Leave holes just the same.
And empty words make the bleeding worse
I'll be back. Don't worry silly, I've come back before right
Closed eyes and closed ears
Two wrongs don't make a right

We can take back the chance we gave you Irdlirvirisissong

Shh Michael he's just frightened

He can't even go beyond the pond, we made him to protect the entire forest Auriea

True, a useless tool is worse than none

See we should find a more deserv -

You didn't let me finish. He's been through a lot there is still time for him to learn

We are running out of time

I believe in late bloomers Michael

Hunker down and block out the sound
Heavenly squabbles of a losing land
Yet the sound of promises dance in its head
Second chances

Ird are you listening?

Ird is listening, what you want Ird to do?

Thank-you little one

Hmpf

Course you'll never know
When you plant a seed
Whether it'll be a thistle or a weed
Cross your fingers child
Don't you become a thistle or a weed
Oh we know how that ended child, a mighty blow to the back of the skull