Cate in a Violent World

Lonely isle At the center Of the ocean Would be better Mother nature Adoring patron Of my mother's and my Father's nation Cate made it clear That she's no little girl Though we'd like to see all smiles Underneath those pretty curls Though she came to meet us We left her far behind in a Most violent world Is it green? Is it happy? Will it fit inside Birthday wrapping? Wood may rot and Water sour Clouds may darken all our Daylight hours Cate is here and she's Not going away Slipping ever down the hill we paid for With decay Though our names are on it We know it is the doorstep of a Most violent world And I Absolutely Love you, child Though damned the world be Cate You're in a violent world Cate the warrior Cate the little girl