`` instead of toys , she plays with madness / fighting tears she longs to cry / reaching out in angry silence / from a hurt that never dies / in mother 's eyes there burns a blaming / mother 's eyes could never see / the cold , the rage , emotion / the depths of misery / sweet child , she finds the morning / a breath , a place to hide / with little books of fairytales / tucked away inside / to dream of wizard 's webs of gold / and princes by the sea / that gather in their arms , so strong / a love , so merrily / but oh , and then the day unfolds / and tales are stole away / by tugs of terror , night will come / and smear those pages grey / sweet child she lies in darkness / sweet child she 'll always be / lost away forever , this child inside of me . ''