A little boy got
lost one day, just walking home from school,
it wasn’t far, he
knew the way so how could this be true.
His mother tried to
call his name they searched so far and wide,
they looked in all
his favorite places he would often hide.
Not this time,
'cause on this day it wouldn’t be his choice.
Still they called
out, screamed and cried and longed to hear his voice.
At 9 years old he'd
seen it all inside his little mind,
he chased the
squirrels and searched for frogs, or caught what he could find.
That’s just what
happened on this day besides that narrow creek,
when looking for
some crawdads, that boy met up with a creep.
The stranger came
behind him and before he even seen,
he snatched him up,
he held his mouth, he couldn't even scream.
The knife was
plunged so deep inside, he could not even cry,
like trash he threw
him in that creek, and left him there to die.
This senseless act
of violence gets repeated every day,
from many different
strangers, in so many different ways.
What leads a person
down this road, where feelings disappear,
where madness takes
control and they abandon every tear.
What makes a soul so
heartless and loose all its vanity,
The very definition
of a deep insanity.
The family left
behind is hurt, a void that never fills,
so many
repercussions when a stranger comes and kills.
All the lives he
ruins, and so much has been destroyed,
from the tragedy
that came and took, that poor lost little boy.
