THE BOY

I camped down my trailer on the open
Where the wind whistle and leaves crackend

I was just getting my sleeping bags ready
It was a quiet place, with only the silence steady

Suddenly a rustle heeds my ears
My legs magnet to the origin without any fears

A shadow I approach with a gulp
It turn out to be a boy needing help

I held his arms and took him to my trailer
Served him some rice and Miller

He told me his sister's in danger
If it's to late he might see her never

My braveheart promised to help him
Without knowing what was up in dim

I drove my trailer deeper into the groove
The girl lied there, too tired to move

I was scared before to hold her close
She looked pale as a putrid ghost

I still took her by her waist and carried her
Parked the trailer at the same place as it were

I took the girl to sleep, and told her brother to stay
While I slept outside, under the sky's I lay

The next morning I helped both the kids to police
Drove the trailer back to the same solace

The boy and the girl now safe in that place
While I lie there with my trailer and my coffin, I helped another case