All is QuietDearest Anna,
I keep having the dream.
They want you for themselves,
because they wanted me.
And... and I just give you away.
I'm powerless to my own self-interest.
I watch and weep as my hands lay your delicate frame
into the hands of evil men.
I kneel to the ground and curse God
for letting this happen.
Then I wake up,
and realize it was all a dream...
...but it doesn't change anything.
I am still distraught with guilt.
The nursery is still empty.
All is quiet...