Tears streamed her face
As if she was sprayed with mace
Her child was missing
And now everything was depressing
Strangers stared
To approach her they did not dare
Her child’s whispers are gone
And the summer days have become so long
The days were shinning
But to her they’re dark and depressing
The phone rang
Sending chills down her spine
The voice on the other end said
“Sorry we found him”
They continued to mumble
She dropped the phone and fell to the ground with a rumble
Two nights’ pass
In wait for the gathering mass
The clouds were dark
As people stood side by side in a park
Black was the fashion of choice
As they all listened to a solemn voice
He was laid to rest
Left with memories of the past
