Cameras flash, sirens scream, another town ripped at the seams,
A child is gone- no one saw him go, His fate is sealed, they already
know now he's just another face on the wall of your store,
stating age, height and race. You look at his face, take note
of his grin. The kind of kid who'd let anyone in, To his
house, his heart- He's the trusting kind, A surge of anger wells up inside.
They said he was taken off the street. No struggle was heard, nothing was
seen. According to them, it was just another day, Yet people come and go,
children play. How could it be that a street so active happened on
this day, to be so passive? Where was his mother, the lazy dope, Sitting
inside, watching soaps? Where the hell were the neighbors, anyway? One
child, one adult, one quiet day, Is he still alive? Can he be saved?
Or is he lying in some makeshift grave, You break your gaze and walk away Just
another sunny day. As you turn onto your own busy street, You
notice how deserted it seems to be. Sitting alone on the walk, a little boy,
Maybe 5 or 6, playing with a toy. You look around, yes, He's all
alone, Where does he live? You don't even know. You keep to
yourself, no you never did meet, Any of these people that live on your
street, Too busy, to good for them? What's your excuse? To
meet them, you just didn't have any use, So how can you know where the
little boy lives? Or what kind of parents He's dealing with. Is
his mother at home, or is some stupid teen leaving him alone while she
watches MTV? How do you KNOW? How DO you KNOW? You
think of the boy on the wall, with the smile. And realize, he could be
anyone's child.
1997-20
