O be careful little eyes what you see, O be careful little eyes what you see...
There's a Father up above, And He's looking down in love, So be careful little eyes what you see...
O be careful little hands what you do, O be careful little hands what you do...
There's a Father up above, And He's looking down in love, So be careful little hands what you do...
O be careful little mouth what you say, O be careful little mouth what you say...
There's a Father up above, And He's looking down in love, So be careful little mouth what you say...
Hello! Hello, oh thank God you're alive.
I need you to stay calm. We're going to get you help, we'll get you out of there.
I want you to find a place to hide, someplace safe where you can remember the taste of her kiss when you felt her neck break you diseased cocksucker.
You were jealous. You were frightened.
You're not evil, Blake.
Just confused.
You don't have to hide.
Let me help you.
I remember being a young man.
You've always been so nervous. You don't have to be.
If you've done something, I want you to tell me.
Anybody asking you to keep a secret is lying to you.
What did you do to her?
You can't keep a secret from yourself.
Not telling isn't the same as not lying.
What don't you know, Jessica?
What are the two of you doing in here?
Let's step back into class, please.
You're not in trouble yet, Blake...
You don't want to get in trouble, do you?
I want you two to tell me what you were doing in here.
Were you misbehaving?
Do I need to call your parents?
Jessica, do I need to call your father again?
I only want us to be friends.
Nobody's in trouble yet.
Does one of you think you can make this right?
Jessica? Jessica look at me.
Will you pray with me? Will you help me make this right?
Why don't you go along home, Blake?
Did I interrupt something between you two?
Then what did you want?...
You won't say?
You know... shame is a gift from God... To let you know right from wrong.
And what you want is very wrong.
Go home and pray.
Blake, please... this is awkward enough.
Nothing's the matter but I need you to leave us.
Everything's okay.
You can leave, young man.
Walk away.
Stop!
I don't know what... you think you saw.
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Dear Lord, sweet Jesus, forgive my sins and accept my gratitude. Thank you God for killing the child.
You removed the temptation and the armor of the flesh you made and I was able to resist.
I'm weak, but you are strong for me. How generous. You gave me life, you gave me talent.
The gift of music, and mathematics, and love. Those fleeting moments we can preserve in which music and math become the same thing.
You let me share my bliss with the children. Who may be able to take my bigger talents and turn them into glory.
Let me share in their wanted path to adulthood. Those moments when a child learns those things everybody else knows, but doesn't talk about.
She was so ripe with possibility. So resilient, smiley, flirty. Never even aware of the power she had.
And you killed her. You saw what she was. The sin rested on her shoulders as much as on my own. You took her, and I could not.
You killed her, but I never told a soul. I kept your secret, our secret. Thank you, never told a soul. You let the small sorrow of her suicide wash over the unnacceptable tragedy of her murder.