Long ago,
When Mercury descended high on the moon.
Far below,
When little hands are making shapes in the room.
The shadows, they dance-
And they cheer up this place.
The face-
That's staring through a tiny crack in the door.
Eyes so wide-
He's never seen a woman fall on the floor.
I swear daddy's killed her this time.
Should I make a rocket-
Should I try to fly away?
Should I make a hammer-
Should I try to smash his face?
Should I make a bullet-
Should I try to shoot the gun?
I'm sure the judge will let me off real soon.
Long ago,
When Saturn tried to find a way past the sun.
Deep inside,
A little boy is turning pain into fun.
The pencils, the crayons, the paint colors run.
The plans,
Are forming slowly, made with scissors and glue.
Eyes so wide-
He's telling mommy all the things he can do.
He'll sketch a contraption to save them for sure.
He can draw an alien-
He can come and take them home.
He can draw a cartoon-
He can draw a safety hatch.
He can draw a hot bath-
He can plug a toaster in,
And wait till daddy's nice and warm-
Toss it in.
And then, when he's gone-
There's a neverland of fun.
Take a loaded gun-
Take a shot of rum.
Take a poison rat-
There's a lesson in that.
No more closing fists-
No more face to hit.
No more bloody nose-
Or apologetic roses.
Long ago,
When Mercury descended high on the moon.
Should I make a rocket-
Should I try to fly away?
Far below,
Little hands are making shapes in the room.
Should I make a hammer-
Should I try to smash his face?
Long ago,
When Saturn tried to find a way past the sun.
Should I draw a cartoon-
Should I draw an alien?
Deep inside,
A little boy is turning pain into fun-
Should I draw a hot bath-
Should I throw the toaster in?
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