With No Child

That withered look upon your face says everything to me
When no one else will disapprove or disagree with what I see
You knew always what I need

The world can turn its face aside and look away in pain
But I am here to mend the wounds and slow your decay
Forever, until you find piece

Nothing left to gain
No one left to blame
Bow your heads and pray

Throw your cares away (to the four winds)
Trusting to be saved (from your own knives)
You'll be left again (and forgotten)
With no child