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The grass lays silent,
Inviting me to sit down.
It works without fail.
I sit inside my house by the window,
Watching the cold winter rage on with snow.
When what did my wandering eye come to,
But a small boy like me and just like you.
He was no more than eight, yes just a child,
Trudging, out in the snow at half past two.
Why is this poor boy out, out in the wild?
Why not with his mother at home so mild?
And just as I began to question why,
He fell down to his knees, began to cry.
Into the snow he burrowed like a mole,
Right then and there the good Lord took his soul.
Like that he's gone, no family, no friends,
I pray I'm loved, I'm warm when my life ends.
I hear the news and don't know what to think.
All who know just sit and watch in fear.
My eyes are open and I cannot blink.
The world is just as shocked as when I came.
The future is so scary and so clear.
We know our lives will never be the same.