• His mind racing
    Always pacing
    'Is it worth it" he ponders
    slowly walking as his mind wanders
    He has to put bread on the table
    And pay for the cable
    He does what he does
    It's simple beacause
    The family that's his to take care of
    He decides he must do his job
    His shadowy figure walks onto the scene
    With his mind that is so very keen
    The killer sees a little girl
    A victim of her own fantasy world
    He knows that the time is right
    This cruel hunt must end now, tonight
    As he fires the blood pours onto the floor
    As the crying man walk out the door
    "I'm sorry poor child" he thinks in his head
    For the little girl is hurt, maybe dead
    When outside he throws his gun
    Knowing what a terrible thing he has done