Knowing When to Run

Boy looks so scared lying under the stairs

Begs for mercy from all of his tortuous days

Put out a pray lying under stairs

But I'm sorry to tell you it's over, my friend

Now that you stand in the calm of the landing

A child at your feet, nothing left in your soul

What was the point that you could not go back?

When your foot hit his face? When your fist broke his back?

Oh, our lives in the slurry

Momma's here so don't worry

Who was there when you walked out the door?

Bloody bundle picked up from the floor

It's ours

Back from the country on business today

And a boy and problem are buried away

Things that some can

Oh, the things that some can't

Mother picks up his hair

Washed his blood off the lamp

Oh, our lives in the slurry

Momma's here so don't worry

Who was there when you walked out the door?

Bloody bundle picked up from the floor

It's ours

It's our time

How can he show

How he will grow?

You're not gonna know