My Only Child
Christa Paeffgen
My only child, be not so blind
See what you hold
There are no words, no ears, no eyes
To show them what you know
Their hands are old their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing
Their feelings find the morning small
Too small to fill their ways with breathing
The evening tall
My only child, remember well
The words that you are told
For some of them, it is only easy to survive
Their hands are old their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing
Their feelings find the morning small
The evening tall
Man and wife are feasting the time
The time that lies behind
At home, in sweetness and delight
Drinking the bitter wine
Their hands are old their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing
Their feelings find the morning small
The evening tall