Forget Those Warnings
Forget those warnings from the FBI
If you hear a baby's cry outside
In the dead of night - don't go out there.
Sure. That's going to be easy to ignore.
The second I hear a baby’s cry
I will not remember it could be a trick. I am going out there to save that baby.
I have read this is how serial killer get their victims out of their houses.
I don't care! The second I hear a baby,
I will run outside, in the dead of night, in my pajamas.
Without any thought of myself.
If there is a serial killer out here,
He can rest easy. He has his pick of the litter.
There are six women out here searching for that baby.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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