Whose innocence did they steal?
I think I know.
Its former owner is quite angry though.
I watch him cry himself to sleep at night.
I cry hello,
And like a river, try to make his agony flow.
To the child inside him, he gives a shake,
And cries, 'I have made a big mistake!'
The silence, the only sounds that break,
Are of crashing waves and birds awake.
The robbing was painful, scarring and deep,
But he had a promise to keep,
Tormented with nightmares, he never sleeps,
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.
He rises from the cursed bed,
With flashes of the damned night in his head,
Eyes closed, he sees his own blood red,
Without a pause, I turned and fled.
