Dark Happenings
I never should of left to play
That night I left and ran away
It seems I've wandered off to far
They search for me...a missing star
Through woods I walk with wounded knee
And saw my father by a tree
I could not hold my crying tears
I hadn't saw my Pa in years
His face was bloody from the war
And hands were colder than before
He asked me if mother was home
Somehow appeared a telephone
And I would call her every night
As people passed me towards the light
Maybe I am lost in a dream
For why else would my mother scream?
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