A child has been taken from this house,
I do not know why he left, or how.
But this morning, when I awoke,
the lad did speak when I had spoke
the house is cold, and quiet now.

The boy was taken in the night,
and I am quite certain he’ll not return.
His toys are gone, his small clothes too,
and as I look around, I learn,
he is truly gone, the boy I knew.

I awoke this morn, and he was not there,
and then I laughed, as I recall
the laughter once, that we had shared;
we played and fought and loved it all,
that boy is the last for whom I cared.

A child has been taken from this house,
I knew this straight away. I should
tend to adult affairs, and not wait upon
childhood to return, as if it could.
I am an adult now, that child is gone.