AFTER DARK
Street lights are on
Kids are out
Searching for trouble
In the wrong places without a doubt
Where were you when your child was in trouble?
They go in the alley
Because that's where they hang
In the wrong crowd
There is always a gang
Where were you when your child was in trouble?
In the middle of an alley
A child was found
Laying cold and lifeless
Blood all over the ground
Where were you when your child was in trouble?
A teen is in a cell
Just waiting for bail
Thinking he's going home
Knowing he messed up in life and just fail
Where were you when your child was in trouble?
Now pleading for the one in jail
His parents were not there for him
For now he may go to prison
Now it's too late for them
Where were you when your child was in trouble?
But pleading for the one who died
His parents are discouraged and mad
That now they have a son to be buried
This leaves them being sad
Where were you when your child was in trouble?
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