Six little children and a timid wife
were the source of fourteen adoring eyes.
What they didn’t know was how I despise
myself unable to give a good life.
How could they have known my personal strife?
I didn’t want them to know, those sweet eyes.
I would raise them to a home in the skies
and they won’t even remember the knife.
But the eyes never stopped gazing at mine,
no longer a gaze of adoration
but with a look that scorns my selfish crime.
Lord, please save me from my mind’s mutation
and close their eyes which exist beyond time!
Or, forever, just close mine – please close mine!