Claire...Claire
What are you doing now?
Infallible is the suffering of your ways;
Alas the infallible tragedy that is Jordan
Has shattered your dreams and more
What loneliness comes from an undying pain?
She lies...she bleeds...she scorns
And for whatever reason, you defend her
Somehow she has taken the child to extremes
Oh such a murderer is driven by hate
Such beauty roams in the streets,
How can you find much love in Genoa City?
How can your aunt declare to be your mother?
In the still of the night
A shadow becomes bare
With a disguise that can kill all dreams
Behold the torn pieces of a shattered soul
What is the destiny that pulls you back in?
Will she lock you in the closet
And take your soul again?
Will she take your rose from your garden, again?
For you wear your heart on your sleeve, apparently
But your past will always come back to haunt you;
Oh Claire, dearest Claire
The love that you\'re longing for is dead
And your Aunt Jordan will never quit
Until she gets what she wants...
And wishful thinking is all over your face
And the war of the roses will catch you
As you fall right into Jordan\'s trap
And a single thorn will not touch you
But prepare to be scorned by the devil
For the devil relies on fate,
Will death be covered in a blanket
Of a tormented childhood?
Will the baby cry once again
In your dreams?
For the young and the restless suffer...
There is no bitter term for the sweet
And hopefully you will find this letter
And take it to heart;
Sincerely,
Monique Trotter