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
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