Baby Brother's Gone

The door slowly opens but no one's there.
My ghostly brother plays jokes to scare.

Sometimes I wonder if he really knows.
I wonder if it happened like in those old shows.

My poor, little, baby brother, all warm in his bed.
But he's not there now, god rest his precious head.

The man came into the house one night.
But mummy and daddy were not in sight.

Me and my brother were still sound asleep in bed.
The old man went to my brother and cut off his head.

I heard the shout and was scared to my last wit.
I jumped out my window and broke my arm when I hit.

I looked at my bedroom window that was upstairs.
I saw the old man and shivered at his glares.

The red and blue lights flashed on all night.
My mum and dad were still not in sight.

I watched as my baby brother was taken away.
I went to the funeral that was held the next day.

My poor, dear, baby brother was gone for good.
But one day I'll die and it will be as it should.

Me and my brother laughing and having fun.
We'll stay together with no killers on the run.