Little boy hurt his head.


Reluctantly he was found quite dead
A mothers shoe had hit him on the head
Don't blame her that was all we said
It could have happened when he was alone in bed
He cried all night and the street lights were all orange red
The night was cold as the window was open and he couldn't reach the ledge
He fell off the little chair and very badly bruised his leg
Played on the floor till the sun came up and was rushed and fed
The poor little boy had to go everywhere she lead
That night he did not come home but had gone instead.