Blind Night

There is a place called Heaven, I visit it in my dreams. Where children laugh and grown-ups play, And no one ever screams. There is a man up there, The only father I’ve ever known. He lets me call him “Daddy” Until I go back home. He picks me up each night And sets me on his knee. He tells me of all the beauties My eyes will never see. … When I came into this world, My daddy hated me, For it was soon discovered That I would never see. He left the minute they told him, Never said a word, And that was the last of him My mother ever heard. … She woke me up each night, Screaming her wretched screams; And instead of caring for her baby, She cared only for her dreams. … As soon as I could learn, It was beaten into me, To never go near mama When she’s crying for her “sweetie”. She isn’t calling for me; It’s me she’s blamed from the start, For forcing away her love, The one that stole her heart. … Tonight was especially bad, When her meds went down the drain. All it took was hearing her cries To know she’d never again be sane. I went to bed early; I could barely hold it in, That all my fears and failures Were finally caving in. … Daddy came to me tonight, What he said filled me with glee. He said, “Don’t you cry little one, For tonight, you fly home with me.”