Lily is an eight-year-old girl,
Always in a white dress,
Thin golden hair in a curl
Little smiles and what they express


Lily turns ten,
She paints her little lips red
Wears a shorter dress,
Talks like grown men
She can't swallow sweets,
Everything repeats
Bitter


Lily turns eleven
She pours a glass of wine,
She says it makes the voices quiet,
Even though it tastes queer
And Lily says it's late,
It's time to go home and talk
About things that's past,
The things that lay in waiting,
Just...