Where he will stop.....
No one knows
Something is following him
What could it be
Who cares....nothing to see
Turning the corner
Two girls he did see
Both on the ground
Nothing to see
An axe against the wall
A child...not too big...not too small
Blood...blood
The child did fall
As the minutes tick by
He lay there and die
Nothing to do but wait
Lying there full of hate
Knowing no one is there
Lying there without a care
You think to cry
Nothing comes out but goodbye
