September, field like any other where one short story came to its end What darkness runs through the mind of those so young to paint so black a portrait And little legs can only carry you so far, choking down tears terrified I've heard screams in my sleep Telling me to wake up from this dream I'm in I've heard laughs from all three Shielding his face from the stones they threw at him Strangers fall upon one soul, like so many demons upon an angel fallen He wonders what he's done to deserve this "Please, I just want to go back home" The child trips and falls, knees are bleeding Stars and clouds fill his head Can no one hear him screaming He's screaming his throat red This day, dark day innocence lost its way This field this hell, is where an angel fell This day, dark day innocence lost its way This field this hell, is where an angel fell This day, dark day innocence lost its way This field this hell, is where an angel fell Strangers fall upon one soul, like so many demons upon an angel fallen He wonders what he's done to deserve this "Please, I just want to go back home" The child trips and falls, knees are bleeding Stars and clouds fill his head Can no one hear him screaming He's screaming his throat red He lays alone, no one to hold his hand, no one to tell him goodbye He lies alone reaching for hands not there, to weak to cry, no one to wipe his eyes And falling autumn leaves, is not a funeral Handfuls of windblown dust, is not a burial