Little Blanche afraid, the sweet white flower of the village

In dreams she danced but in truth

She was trod upon like any other weed

The child was never nurtured, she was pulled up by her roots to grow

Her mother knew only pillaging

Of empty bottles, promises, and barrels

She never knew her father

Now long dead, or wild, another buried dream

Beyond the badlands, where the just are cast aside to die

A poison had come to their home and everyone was sick

And no one remembered

Any other way of living, save for lies, villainy and killing

Every night she stared beyond the dust

Up at the stars that flickered a promise

The hopeful light of something great

Beyond the veil of violence and despair

She would sing until her mother came home drunk

And slapped the song out of her mouth

The flower withered

Hoping sleep would bring a day when everything would change

"Mother, there's a darkness coming in through the window

Please hold my hand, keep me safe from the shadow!

Don't leave me cold, bring me back to the meadow

Don't let me go alone!

Mother, there's a darkness coming in through the window

Please hold my hand, keep me safe from the shadow!

Don't leave me cold, bring me back to the meadow

Don't let me go alone!"