RMC

I’m so afraid of the gift
you’ve given me I am ashamed,
that my tunes aren’t bliss
and I’ve got names to name.

Never have I known it all,
here or ever no not even now.
Don’t feel me too weak appalled
at me at all I welcome sweet snow.

I turn warm and my prey
they stray under the trees hunger
drives me drives us all say
they fear going under.

Don’t give me a cry
I don’t hear for good I should
want more than you to die
my child if I looked good.

My look is old and full
of all things children pull
in and amidst I can be a fool
so to me I am cool.