The Child

The child with the nicest smile
the child with an outgoing style
The child that sat in the backseat
that left the puzzle incomplete
The child that played on the monkey bars
that dreamed of being a superstar
That dreamed of being like his dad
to grow up to be big and strong
the child that was never sad
How did it all go so wrong?
The child that lost his life
due to a horrible man with a knife
Now the child no longer smiles
the child no longer dreams
and now the monkey bars are empty
and there's no child in the backseat

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