I see them clinging to the walls
I see her crawling on the floor
He watches me while I sleep
I see him cradling a baby
I watcher her sit in the corner
They keep a close eye on me
The maid patrols the hallways
The gardener stands by my window
And he guards my bedroom door
She grabs my feet when I try to stand
He pushes me down when I fight back
That little boy dangles by a rope above me
The little girl plays with her dolls,
She won't stop crying
The young lady bashes her head against the wall
They won't stop screaming
Their Cries are my lullaby
They sing me to sleep
They read me their stories
They tuck me into bed
But they chain me to my room
That little boy, hanging above my head,
He watches me
That young man, at the foot of my bed,
Stares at me while I close my eyes
The grounds keeper, keeps them at bay,
The ones outside,
They aren't aloud in
They aren't supposed to be seen
They aren't supposed to be heard
They aren't supposed to meet me
