'America's unknown child'
There's a boy in those woods,smothered by nature's grip.Between tall trees lies a cardboard box,Her box of bugs, they nestle ona little, cold oh, so blue baby boy, And you'd think someone threw out an old doll,And you'd hear the winds whisper among treetopsthat this, was the work of us - human depravity.It settles in our bones, creaks on wooden floors and, decorates our homes when the lights turn off. Isn't it oh, so thrilling to follow a mystery not yet solved?To place yourself at the scene, and imagine that you could've - no,that you would've helped? There's a boy in the woods,an oh, so blue baby boy - barelypast five summers old, in a rotting box.Bare for all to see and frolic,a testament of neglect. You'd have thought him a girl, an oh, so little girlfamished, yet, with long braided hair.Missing locks, She might've hid beneath her soillike kicking dirt under the carpet.Out of sight, out of mind, wouldn't you say? You'd have heard the rumours around town," 'America's unknown child' existed as a girl,and died a boy." Now there's a Boy in those woods.