Cry Baby
Filling the night with screams so loud,
It's hard to tell from where.
A knife falls down and the screams stop,
To all those who care.
The blood then trickles,
Then begins to flow,
Over a chest that's bare.
Flows out of the child's eyes,
And stains it's golden hair.
The arms are limp,
It's eyes are dead,
It's mind and soul are gone.
And the only person who gives a damn,
Is still searching for her son.
She'll never find him,
No,
Not now,
No matter how hard she tries.
So now she sits on the side of the street,
And silently,
She cries.