• The Ballad of Jonathon Marques

    How will I learn to live without him,
    In the mornings never seeing his face,
    It was now 2 weeks past,
    He disappeared without a trace.

    It was tueday the 6th of January,
    That terrible devastating dy,
    Never again will he walk out the door,
    Never again will he laugh and play.

    This is how it happened,
    Though it’s so hard for me to say,
    I’ll try my best to tell you,
    What happened on the day.

    He was wearing his school uniform,
    And his grey hooded top as well,
    They’re not certain what really happened,
    But their conclusion is that he fell.

    He was seen as he passed by the shop,
    And seen at the end of the lane,
    It was where the path ran along with the lock,
    That my son was never seen again.

    They found his bag, packed and ready,
    Down beneath his bed,
    But how could they think that of my son,
    That he just got up and fled?




    A search party was issued,
    With over 30 volunteers,
    But when they came back with nothing,
    That only confirmed my fears.

    A boy of about Jonathon’s age,
    Walked his route to school,
    To recreate the image,
    Had anybody seen anything at all?

    We all gathered at the church one day,
    A prayer service in Jonathon’s name,
    All his friends and family were there,
    Over 160 came.

    Monday was the day they searched the Lock,
    Monday was the day my heart died,
    For Monday was that day they found the body,
    The body of my precious little boy.

    My heart is filled with sorrow,
    My head is filled with pain,
    At the terrible truth,
    That I will never see my son again.

    So what really happened to my little boy?
    A was it really a sad mistake?
    Was he running and jumping?
    And did he cause the ice to break?

    Or was someone with him down by the water,
    On that terrible devastating day,
    Did someone else stand by and watch,
    As my son’s life was swept away?