Late at night

I ponder

In the midnight dark

I wonder

What is mother doing now?

Father?

Sister?

Brother?

But no, I shake my head

I shouldn't have thought that last

I know

I know without doubt

What he is doing

Lying still, still, still

They know too

And they cry

They cannot know why

Why I'm truly here

Who he truly was

If they had

They wouldn't have thrown me

To the prying wolves

Who search my mind

Trying, failing fault to find

No, they cannot know

Late at night

They must ponder

In the midnight dark

They must wonder

Why did everything happen this way?

What ever happened to their baby?

They cannot know

No.

They cannot know.