A thousand murderers roam the streets
Tiny fingers clutching to their mothers legs
While father is somewhere in the world
Father is just a shadow in my dreams...
Infants, bewildered and afraid
Run beneath the sheets and quietly they pray
Not knowing prayer only give one hope
And no god is in the sky is tying all your string to create a rope
Into the dark divine abyss
Abandoned children walk and trust in the hands that guide them
Mother is sleeping on the table...she fell asleep drinking her wine.
Father is a ghost...a ghost inside my mind.
Children, bewildered and afraid
Never knowing anything, go and sit by the bay
Looking at the water and wondering why the moon is in the sky and in the sea
Wondering if they jump in can they reach the end of eternity
A thousand murderers roam the roads
A thousand bodies floating on the tides
Father is a ghost...
A ghost inside my mind.
-Mauricio Sandoval(c)2003. 6-10-03.