My thoughts speed up as my heart slows down
The echos still ring loudly.
The children running round and round
All the mothers smile proudly.

In the shadows lingers horrible things
Of these there is no stopping.

The fathers leave for work, the kids to school,
and the mothers all go shopping..

Each doing their own thing
not a one of them are expecting.
That beaten soul that cries out from the shadows
To each one of them it's beckoning.

"Come to me"
It hollers out in a safe and care free tone.
Searching for the only solitude
this soul has ever known.
So they follow, time and again
finding a friend in this dark wanderer.
But it's never long before the numbers multiply,
and along comes another squander.

How perilous the acts of these grave souls
as they waste their lives away..
If they had resisted temptation and found solitude in themselves
they never would have gone astray..