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[Sa-Chan]

Murder
By: Savannah Harrison



Words written on the side of the street,
Neverending, without a beginning,
Like the shadow of yourself that never seems to weep.

There's this screaming, mind-numbing silence,
Echoing through the hall,
Calling us to something that could be considered violence.

And someone innocent just cried from the corner,
Looks like she might be dead,
And then there's a boy, who must be a mourner.

Now it must have been a murder,
And you can't deny it,
No, you can't deny it, because you were the one who heard her.

Cause she was screaming and crying,
Begging the Lord to come save her,
And she must have known, like you knew, that she was the one dying.

And who would have thought that he was the one,
Such an irony that now unfolds,
That the one who has killed her was her very own son.

His defense was that she beat him,
But who would believe it,
Because alive she was just so proper, just so prim.

He's just a boy, not yet a man,
Trapped in that jail cell,
Lost in his treachery, unable to stand.

You saw it all with your own two eyes,
Never let anyone tell you differently,
What you saw were two people, taking out their anger, living their lives.