A little boy he'll say he's fine he'll say its nothing, really but if you knew what happened six years ago, today you'd know he's hiding something, something he needs to say
Six years ago he ran along, with the happy children he skipped, he played, like anyone else but he didn't know the dangers
That very afternoon he ran into his comfy home from a odd little day at school the teachers were scared, their voices shook but he never bothered to ask why
He awaited a hug, from his mommy dear but he saw a sad daddy instead and instantly, from seeing his face, he knew his mommy was dead.
