Where did the child go?
The one I used to know,
He would talk real slow,
Always wanting to grow

He is gone
Like a fading song
On the breeze
between the trees

He is not under a rock
Nor beyond a casket lock
He is dead in my mind
It seems so very unkind

Innocence lost
A young Lifes cost
Caught in this ever changing place
Wandering hopeless... Not sure where to face

Then the voices strike
Shouting using my mental mic
"Your no good"
"You wish you could"

Try to run
Can't outrun the gun
it's the voices
Criticizing his choices

Beaten and ******
His feet all muddy
Fingers  broken back
His ribs about to crack

Innocent child
His spirit is wild
He refuses to be docile
For the longest while

The voices rise
to cause his demise
to crush the boy
Who cries for a toy

Bullied Into the dirt
His life so very short
A sliver still survives
Struggling hard to thrive

Into the darkness
Of The mind
There are voices
You will find