Mama said there were no monsters, as she tucked me into bed
I believed her without question and lay down my weary head
to taste the blessed slumber found only in sweet youth
before we've held the hands of time and awaken to the truth.
For thirty odd years later, the question still remains ~
If there really are no monsters why so many victims slain?

Mama said there were no monsters, but I think she may have lied.
I now believe,without a doubt, they flourish worldwide
for I saw their gross reflection in the tears a stranger wept;
a single blast of hateful glee no one could intercept.
I heard them in the keening of a heart no comfort found
I feel them in the fear that stalks as I walk their hunting grounds

Mama said there were no monsters, as she tucked me into bed
how I wish I could believe her as I rest my graying head!
I wish I could recapture the slumber of my youth
to dream again what I dreamed of then, before I learned the truth;
that monsters do indeed exist and are walking hand in hand
with the freedom we so cherish, like tiny grains of sand.