A Child In A Lost World
A child in a lost world
Hard for any boy and any girl
No one should be alone now
But a lost child can still ask how
How you need people around To be able to hear that famillier sound
The sound of a voice Instead of the ungodly noises that come with a choice
A choice to live or die In a world where you can not cry
Can not cry unless you have a death wish
A death wish to be on a walkers dish A walkers dish you constantly run from
Will be your instincts to keep running long
But when death slowly aproaches
Like an army of large roaches
You can't scream or shout
As your mind fills with doubt
You are just a child trapped with the wild
Hard for you my, son
But now all you know how to do is run