He sneaks through the night,
To where, to what who knows?
Hiding from the light,
Of the moon that softly glows.
His thoughts are stuck on someone,
Who made a difference in his life,
Who kept him out of trouble,
Who kept him out of strife.
The night is dark, his path is long,
and still he continues on,
Going round twist and going round bends,
Singing to himself a little song.
And finally he reaches where he wanted to go,
A house, blackened and charred,
He remembers all that happened there,
In the burnt-out front yard.
He remembers the people and the presents,
Of a glorious Christmas day,
When fate suddenly decided,
To take his happiness away.
He had fought with his mother,
Yelled at his sister too,
And he regretted it all now,
Knowing what he knew.
It was his last words to his mother,
And his sister who knows?
She is in a hospital,
Burnt from head to toes.
And his father is gone,
Gone far far away,
He hasn't seen him once,
Not even on this dreadful day.
And when the sun arises,
And he know he should go home,
The little boy stays there,
Feeling sad and quite alone.
But all is not lost,
Happiness can still be found,
Pain is the cost,
But it's bills don't always come around.
His sister is in hospital,
Fighting for her life,
And here is he siting,
Cut by a knife.
So back he goes,
To the hospital bed,
As the moon went down and the sun arose,
And worries about his little sister instead.
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