The sun comes up,
A pale new dawn,
A young boy's body,
Trampled all upon
People didn't notice
Just didn't care
Why did this happen?
Life simply isn't fair.
So when they are all gone,
The innocent I mean,
And their sad ghosts
Wander about unseen
What will this world be at,
Leaving me far behind,
For the people aren't really dead,
I think that you will find,
That the dead boy I talked about
Isn't really gone,
His body is still out there
Living fine and strong
It's the innocence of the child
That I talk about
For the goodness of the soul
The world's evil seems to clout.