Dressed in black,
Possibly smoking crack...

Sitting there in that sand,
It is so grand...

You can see the tears in her eyes,
You know she often cries...

You can hear the water,
As it closes in on you...

Daddy why?
Why do cause all this pain...

No food,
No water...

I went outside,
I sat there and cried...

You dont know the truth
You dont even care...

In the mists of the night,
There he sits to write...

He sits there, cold.
He has no gold...

Your breath stops,
There are no cops...

Wolfs in the night.
They howl at the moon...