Death Row Orphanage

A dark bloody rained night a strange pale boy was born
With pearl stone eyes, skin ash white and hair as pale as snow
Cobbled streets stained in red blood as workers looked away
The young pale boys, the only one to see the next day

Stowed away, forced to obey the wretched mistress of death row
Cut and bruised beat and abused he grew up in pain
Clothing torn his bones were broke by like him but grey
He spent his nights working the streets with men twice his age

Broken down, he took a job for a man others feared
He met his son, planned a plot so both could disappear
They packed their bags, said they would meet at their secret place
The human boy never showed the other felt heartache

He searched the streets, happened upon a scene so profane
The pale boy took to the woods he’s never seen again