January 19, 2003

The youngest child

January 19, 2003 - Categories: Uncategorized

I hear them fighting through the floor
I hear the cries and shouts and more
I sit here silent, meek and mild
Quiet watcher, youngest child

I’ve even seen them come to blows
Why they do this, no one knows
Who cares whoever comes out on top
I want them to stop. I want them to stop.

When tomorrow comes no one remembers
The fiery blaze now dulling embers
But I, the silent, meek and mild,
I remember. – The youngest child.

The eldest one is made of ice,
The middle one of fire.
And I, the youngest, realize
That I embody water.

The eldest one is made of ice,
The middle one of flame.
And I, the youngest, realize
That I will never be the same.

Original:

The eldest one is made of ice,
The middle one of fire.
And I, the youngest, realize
That I am made of water.

The eldest one is made of ice,
The middle one of flame.
And I, the youngest, realize
That I will never be the same.