White Chalk

October 8, 2009. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved
Drivin down my block the side walk is packed with empty blue eyes
the dried chalk, that white chalk, under every tall building it lies
I can't talk my jaws locked the devil is here in disguise
I'm hearin tic toc the clock stopped to watch a young boy as he cry's

Make it go away
I don't wanna stay here
there's nothin else to say here
make it go away

mother I'm afraid
I don't wanna play here
I just wanna lay here
and make it go away

while he walks home the cold stone burns his bare feet every stride
At a slow roam he's all alone no one would care if he died
Passin by the drug home a harsh tone rings from a mans forty five
under grown and bare boned he dropped to one knee and he cried

Make it go away
I don't wanna stay here
there's nothin else to say here
make it go away

mother I'm afraid
I don't wanna play here
I just wanna lay here
and make it go away

The boy falls down with no sound as dead as the look in all eyes
the cold ground is red now but no one looks down to realize
he is never found just drawn around with chalk where he lies
every night the same sound the whole town lays down to sleep and it cries

Make it go away
I don't wanna stay here
there's nothin else to say here
make it go away

mother I'm afraid
I don't wanna play here
I just wanna lay here
and make it go away