Knowing When to Run

Boy looks so scared lying under the stairs Begs for mercy from all of his tortuous days Put out a pray lying under stairs But I'm sorry to tell you it's over, my friend Now that you stand in the calm of the landing A child at your feet, nothing left in your soul What was the point that you could not go back? When your foot hit his face? When your fist broke his back? Oh, our lives in the slurry Momma's here so don't worry Who was there when you walked out the door? Bloody bundle picked up from the floor It's ours Back from the country on business today And a boy and problem are buried away Things that some can Oh, the things that some can't Mother picks up his hair Washed his blood off the lamp Oh, our lives in the slurry Momma's here so don't worry Who was there when you walked out the door? Bloody bundle picked up from the floor It's ours It's our time How can he show How he will grow? You're not gonna know