A little boy got lost one day, just walking home from school,
it wasn't far, he knew the way so how could this be true. His mother tried to call his name they searched so far and
wide,
they looked in all his favorite places he would often hide.
Not this time, 'cause on this day it wouldn't be his choice. Still they called out, screamed and cried and longed to hear his voice.
At 9 years old he'd seen it all inside his little mind, he chased the squirrels and searched for frogs, or caught what he could find.
That's just what happened on this day beside that narrow creek, when looking for some crawdads, that boy met up with a
creep.
The stranger came behind him and before he even seen, he snatched him up, he held his mouth, he couldn't even scream.
The knife was plunged so deep inside, he could not even
cry, like trash he threw him in that creek, and left him there to die.
This senseless act of violence gets repeated every day, from many different strangers, in so many different ways.
What leads a person down this road, where feelings
disappear, where madness takes control and they abandon every tear. What makes a soul so heartless and loose all its vanity, the very definition of a deep insanity.
The family left behind is hurt, the void will never fill, so many repercussions when a stranger comes to kill. All the lives he ruins, and so much has been destroyed, from the tragedy that came and took, that poor lost little boy.
