I was asleep, I had a dream, and in my dream
A graceful fawn ran from the forest.
Like a dear friend yearning for love,
He clung to me, hung on to me.

Suddenly I saw grandpa in terror,
Loading his rifle, pointing it our way.
I jumped up in panic,
Pleading with him,
“Grandpa, dear grandpa, don’t kill the fawn,
He’s in my arms, let him stay with me.”
He did not hear me, the dying fawn fell...
It felt like that bullet went right through my heart.