How long has it been, dear Lucy Blue?
Since the world gave up on you?
When there was nothing else to do
But toss and turn and ‘ventually fall through?
Lucy Blue, I see the glass.
“Did you break this mirror?” I ask.
Sadness follows the shadows cast
Along the wall and in your past.
Lucy Blue, how hard was it,
When they saw your wrist was bit?
A little mark, a tiny slit,
Your precious eyes have lost their glit’.
My Lucy Blue, why do you weep?
I know how hard it is to keep
On walking in the ocean deep
But soon I’ll lay you down […]