The stars that explode Aren't near to you, The dreams that implode Are far from you, The things that could be Are clear to you. The phantoms that aren't Can't bother you. The wind that is soft Can't smother you, The sun that is tough Won't cover you, The tree that protects Your inner you Is a seed that she set inside of you, And the love that she sowed Grows out of you And all that you are. Her blue eyes - we know nothing of her past Or the pain she suffered - the little girl Looking from a window. What could become Of such a child in a world like this, When your mother is dead and gone?