jymyben
08-30-2001, 09:46 AM
it's 4:15
where could she be
her dolls are lonely
sitting for tea
but the hostess
of the party
has yet to arrive
it's 4:25
where could she be
she's not at school
no books to stack
or erasers to clean
the cross guard
waved her on
at half past three
it's 4:41
where could she be
she didnt stop at katies
no after school snacks
with the fosters
no trl at trishs
none of the houses
that contain her friends
are housing her precious smile
it's 6:07
where could she be
i've driven the streets
retracing the route
to and from school
hopes raised
when i saw
kids at play
heart sinks
to the deepest depths of dispair
when i see she's not one
i pull up to my house
hoping i missed her arrival
i rush to her room
heart pounding with
breathless anticipation
it's 6:09
where could she be
her dolls are lonely
sitting for tea
but the hostess
of the party
has yet to arrive
it's 6:10
where could she be
some neighbors have walked
up and down
the roadways and alleys
eyes strained for a glimpse
of a girl and her back pack
but theres none to be seen
it's 6:25
where could she be
i've taken to the streets again
driving slowly
as i pass the children
at their nightly play
i sense the looks
of apprehension
coming from behind the shades
it changes to a different concern
as they see the look of
anguish written in my face
they call their children
in for the night
they feel the reason
for my tears
it's 7:00
the police have been called
the message is out
girl
age 8
brown eyes
brown hair
shoulder length
last seen wearing
a blue top
white pants
with a green book bag
crossing odel and main
heading east
alone
it's 7:33
where could she be
we wait by the window
we wait by the phone
our hearts in our throats
the room is in silence
save for the tears
and the prayers
the tick of the clock
hoping to see
our little girl
our precious little girl
stroll up the walk
it's 7:40
where could she be
i see my
friend
lover
partner for life
a broken soul
racked by fear
and not knowing
eyes red
eyes swollen
from hours of tears
the clock ticks on
it's 7:58
where could she be
i look in her room
see the dolls
at the table
see the cover on her bed
the clothes on the chest
though the room is filled
with the things of a child
it is empty
it's 8:20
where could she be
the police car pulls up
to the front of the house
save for the driver
no one gets out
up the stone path
to the front door he walks
a steady knock
then he is in
it's 8:22
we know where she be
i feel the weight of the world
crash into me
as my wife collapses
into my arms
i feel
rage
sorrow
guilt
hurt
wonder
fear
pain
confusion
helpless
useless
a need for revenge
i feel everything
i feel nothing
except for the trembling
of my wife
and her tears
soaking thru my shirt
time has no meaning
when given the news
that your young one
is found
bruised
battered
naked
violated
dead
in a field
mouth open
with a fly inside
her book bag nearby
holding homework
that wont be done
it's midnight
her dolls are lonely
sitting for tea
the hostess
of the party
will never arrive
their tea cups filled with tears
where could she be
her dolls are lonely
sitting for tea
but the hostess
of the party
has yet to arrive
it's 4:25
where could she be
she's not at school
no books to stack
or erasers to clean
the cross guard
waved her on
at half past three
it's 4:41
where could she be
she didnt stop at katies
no after school snacks
with the fosters
no trl at trishs
none of the houses
that contain her friends
are housing her precious smile
it's 6:07
where could she be
i've driven the streets
retracing the route
to and from school
hopes raised
when i saw
kids at play
heart sinks
to the deepest depths of dispair
when i see she's not one
i pull up to my house
hoping i missed her arrival
i rush to her room
heart pounding with
breathless anticipation
it's 6:09
where could she be
her dolls are lonely
sitting for tea
but the hostess
of the party
has yet to arrive
it's 6:10
where could she be
some neighbors have walked
up and down
the roadways and alleys
eyes strained for a glimpse
of a girl and her back pack
but theres none to be seen
it's 6:25
where could she be
i've taken to the streets again
driving slowly
as i pass the children
at their nightly play
i sense the looks
of apprehension
coming from behind the shades
it changes to a different concern
as they see the look of
anguish written in my face
they call their children
in for the night
they feel the reason
for my tears
it's 7:00
the police have been called
the message is out
girl
age 8
brown eyes
brown hair
shoulder length
last seen wearing
a blue top
white pants
with a green book bag
crossing odel and main
heading east
alone
it's 7:33
where could she be
we wait by the window
we wait by the phone
our hearts in our throats
the room is in silence
save for the tears
and the prayers
the tick of the clock
hoping to see
our little girl
our precious little girl
stroll up the walk
it's 7:40
where could she be
i see my
friend
lover
partner for life
a broken soul
racked by fear
and not knowing
eyes red
eyes swollen
from hours of tears
the clock ticks on
it's 7:58
where could she be
i look in her room
see the dolls
at the table
see the cover on her bed
the clothes on the chest
though the room is filled
with the things of a child
it is empty
it's 8:20
where could she be
the police car pulls up
to the front of the house
save for the driver
no one gets out
up the stone path
to the front door he walks
a steady knock
then he is in
it's 8:22
we know where she be
i feel the weight of the world
crash into me
as my wife collapses
into my arms
i feel
rage
sorrow
guilt
hurt
wonder
fear
pain
confusion
helpless
useless
a need for revenge
i feel everything
i feel nothing
except for the trembling
of my wife
and her tears
soaking thru my shirt
time has no meaning
when given the news
that your young one
is found
bruised
battered
naked
violated
dead
in a field
mouth open
with a fly inside
her book bag nearby
holding homework
that wont be done
it's midnight
her dolls are lonely
sitting for tea
the hostess
of the party
will never arrive
their tea cups filled with tears