Awake, sleeping woman, open your eyes

To what is happ’ning while you gaze away.

This circumstance can break a child. So why

Do you allow indifference to betray

The trust a vulnerable boy would give

One to whom respect ought be expected?

Naive in youth, one thinks the right to live

Should be free from this. Could he, rejected,

Thrive in such a cold and unhappy place?

Is it possible to mature alone,

To learn the ways of life without a trace

Of nurturing touch? Or do you bemoan

Your choice? Do you regret the path you chose?

This life before you sees. He feels. He knows.