Way ward mistake deadly

Fingers leave a mark on the growing child
as the rod finds its mark an burns forever the heart
hands as quick as light streaming from God
pull the trigger and death wins another fight in the street

Little child are you alive
what was your purpose your drive
who was the daddy of your child

shaper of wooden soft chair
does she still sit there
where is your dolly now

hands entwined in praise
mind cries rest of us cares
rock your story in my dreams

Little child are you there
Oh I hope its not to late to care
Let me guide you to better

Home of child detention until twenty-one
hard as the world around her she keeps safe
chasing away those that would have her
child is alive but lost the tears and youth