H.secret keep it

In this world there is so much wrong
All the pretty flowers have gone
They have been picked my the man
Who kissed my Mother
Me and my Brother.

He came to my bed in the dark
And pushed my legs apart and said,
This is our secret, keep it, keep it.

He took my Brother
To his bed turned him round
He was pushed and bled.

Mother Mother where are your eyes?
Or don't you want to see
What is happening to Brother and me?

So we now we stand Brother and me with the plan,
To make this evil will stay in this bed and make Mummy
And the flower man dead.
The blackest of coffee one sip would close any eye
Little brother this is our secret, Keep it.