Searing pain mixed with blood
Does the little Lamb come
Youth lost to carnal pleasures
Does the innocents die
Little Lamb so still within the shadows
A little soul lost
A little girl does cry
In this world of pain and blood
Darkened walls and shadowed landscapes
Crawl around the confines of her prison
Tears drop into the dirt on the floor
Mixing with blood
Creating loss
Creating misery
A stranger slips through the shadows
A hero of the hour
A monster for all time
The father
Born from hatred
The father
The killer
Stealing into the night
To erase his mistakes
Stealing two souls
To save his own
As silence engulfs the park
Wind pushes the swings
Squeaking the pain of rust and abuse
Crying to loss
Found by a child
Scarred forevermore
Little Lambs without their fleece
Waiting for their time
A Little Lamb born
For the slaughter