Cradle Grave

He lay awake in fear Darkness all around A cry escaped his voice All ignored the sound Unable to fend for himself He lies there all alone Cold, wet, and hungry Soon he will cry no more A cold and drafty warehouse Is where he has to live A mom possessed with an addiction No affection she has to give She leaves him crying all alone To feed her inner demons No second thought to her baby All alone and helpless Each night he spends there all alone Shivering in the cold No mom around to protect him From the fear inside his soul Many days he lies there all alone Rotting in his mess Until the day had finally come Where there was no life left On this earth for just a while He quietly slipped away On a night too cold No warmth for cover He cried his final breath A wasted life gone too soon No thought to what could have been For the cradle has become his grave To rest what is left of him I pray to God please take his soul And grant the life not given Here on earth for the moment of time This hell where he was living