on the river you may see
the floating pieces of a body
at first glance it seems like a mirage
but the pieces merely a camouflage
can't believe what you see
all emotions hidden behind pad lock and key
to hide away is all you can do
only to make sure it isn't me or you
trying to pin point the exact place
while hoping you don't recognize the face
little girl 4 or5
to get everything you have to dive
sad for her this little girl
head spinning in a colorful whirl
wondering who would do such a thing
wanting to fly away on a blackened wing
evil man out in the light
right winged wacko out of sight
cops looking there own way
not knowing he doesn't come out in the day
you need to know what makes him tick
for a mind that is this sick
like opening a book on to a new page
he loves girls of a small age
betrayed by her best friend
a heart torn to pieces never to mend
she plays nice
but is a bitch with a heart as cold as ice
thinks she's descended from wealth
only did it to save herself
you can hear him like a distant thunder
left out there to pillage and plunder
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