Some Poor Child

i can hear it far off in the distant night the loud and sobering cry's of some poor child the sounds now express his never ending fright what could have gotten his guardian so dam riled eats me up deep inside if i have to hide i take off into the night to save a life i ran beyond my self i ran with a long stride and in my hands there rested a really big knife busted through the door the boy lied there on the floor waited one night to many i think to my self if only i had not waited a second more it is a bloody knife laid up on a shelf and there she is down in the corner for ever to remember her part in a wild endeavour