I watch as a young child
Seemingly falls from grace.
I hold his life in my hands,
As I judge what has
Been done.
         
What if I do the wrong
Thing?
What if he's innocent,
And I send him to where
He doesn't belong.
What if after all is
Said and done,
I have nothing left
Just as he.
         
What if I find him
Innocent?
What if he walks away
And with that smile,
Thrashes away at
Another?
Could he be that
Cold.
         
I try to catch a glance
Here and there from the
Eyes that seem to reach
Just above the table.
He's only a child...
That thought will
Always run through
My mind...
He's only a child.