"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
THE BOY:
In the night
I open my eyes
All that I see
Is a place where Id rather be
Far from here
On a radiant shore
Safe in your arms
The place where Id rather be
I fall asleep
To the sound of your voice
And all I can hear
Are the songs that you sing to me
I close my mind
From the terror I feel
And all I can hear
The words that you whisper to me
THE CHOIR:
Quam mox vir meus redit domum?
THE BOY:
Try to run
From what I must do
Too many doubts
Pressing on top of me
Try to hide
From what I must do
Too many fears
Chaining and dragging me down
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"