I saw a lad from across the street,
Eyes on the bloody boots on his feet,
Crying alone by the empty doorway,
His mind there and yet so far away.
And the only words from his mouth,
Were how fast things have gone south,
That they're gone, they're both gone,
And the scenes would go on and on.
What tragedy, what kind of insanity,
What lunacy has corroded humanity,
That a fellow, while still so young,
Has been with such memories wrung.
Memories of how his parents died,
Gross memories of a murder suicide.
It's heartbreaking that his innocence,
Is to be plagued by such experience.
That a heart so young and guiltless,
Has been tainted by thoughtlessness,
And the horror splattered on the wall,
Such burden placed upon one so small!