In a corner, no way out
Too many hands, too many laughs to shout
Closed his eyes, and waited for the end
But it never came, on the floor, no way to defend
Money spilt, covering the floor
two pence, one pence, one punch more
To upset to scream the word stop
Get back up, only to again drop
Crouching now, lent against the wall
Crying to himself, curled up in a ball
Profanities a-plenty, more join in
Bruises over his body, his arms, legs, chin
Kicking and beating, when will it cease
no escape route out, no anger release
crouching,crying trying to crawl away
to be kicked back in, blood now on display
Only heats things up, red stains on his clothes
No way to escape, the shouting grows
More punches, kicks, more slaps are thrown
Lookers on laughing, his all on his own
One after the other, they begin to stop
he stands up, to hard, body piles with a flop
Again he stands as they laugh and walk away
Brushes dust off, is he okay?
Wiped the blood as it leaks, from every possible place
covers up the wounds so theres no possible trace
the boy broken, sad, bruised and alone
walks back off home like not one punch was thrown
