The sixth sense
A chilling offense
To a child plagued by fear
In the bathroom
Fingers quake
Guns fire
Blood will smear
Seeing a child
Witness the dead
The horrors of life
The sickening dread
Afraid to go to the bathroom at night
Afraid to come out
Fearing what might
Be under the blankets
That frightening night
It lingers through the plagued child's life
Hiding in the church,
Even in refuge he feels cursed
Beginning to comfort the child will bring
Peace to the dead that linger on the streets
Peace to those men who die innocently
Peace to the weary who can't fall asleep
His mother comforts him with her words
He helps the dead, and in return
Peace to the boy plagued by the dead
Peace to the third eye
The voice in his head
Here come answers to this chilling suspense
Peace to the boy
The boy with the sixth sense
