September Song

September, field like any other where one short story came to its endWhat darkness runs through the mind of those so young to paint so black a portraitAnd little legs can only carry you so far, choking down tears terrifiedI've heard screams in my sleepTelling me to wake up from this dream I'm inI've heard laughs from all threeShielding his face from the stones they threw at himStrangers fall upon one soul, like so many demons upon an angel fallenHe wonders what he's done to deserve this"Please, I just want to go back home"The child trips and falls, knees are bleedingStars and clouds fill his headCan no one hear him screamingHe's screaming his throat redThis day, dark day innocence lost its wayThis field this hell, is where an angel fellThis day, dark day innocence lost its wayThis field this hell, is where an angel fellThis day, dark day innocence lost its wayThis field this hell, is where an angel fellStrangers fall upon one soul, like so many demons upon an angel fallenHe wonders what he's done to deserve this"Please, I just want to go back home"The child trips and falls, knees are bleedingStars and clouds fill his headCan no one hear him screamingHe's screaming his throat redHe lays alone, no one to hold his hand, no one to tell him goodbyeHe lies alone reaching for hands not there, to weak to cry, no one to wipe his eyesAnd falling autumn leaves, is not a funeralHandfuls of windblown dust, is not a burial