The Red Debt
Just some bread
Just a roll
For my grandmother
No one will know
She's been so frail
So perhaps I'll grab a pail
I'll fill it with water
For my grandmother
Just a bit of water
No one will know
What's that I hear?
Foot steps I hear!
Chasing me down
"Turn around!" he growls
But nobody knew!
I thought that no one would know!
"Stop theif!"
"Stop!"
"Pay the debt you owe!"
Down the road
Over the fence
Stop in the bushes?
No!
Keep running
Keep running
Through the trees
Keep running
Burning lungs
With drying tongues
Heaving and gasping
For air I keep grasping
Air that I can't have
While my arm is being grabbed
"I'm sorry!"
I scream
"Not sorry enough, theif!"
He growls
"It was just a little,
Just for my grandmother, you see,
For my grandmother I theive!"
I pleaded
I whined
I reasoned
With the unreasonable
"Pay the debt little Red!
Pay the debt!"
He howls
"PAY THE DEBT LITTLE RED
AND IF YOU'VE NO MONEY
PAY THE DEBT WITH A LITTLE RED"
He chanted and he chanted
Of a debt I think I owe
What was it that I stole?
Oh lord, I don't know.
I've forgotten what it was,
Why did I steal it again?
Oh grandmother,
I'm so sorry
I don't think I'll be home again.
You never told me,
Where does the soul go?
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