• There was a baby and a swing
    The swing went ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
    up went baby then came down

    Pictures line the hall, noodle frames and all
    Quiet steps move down the stairs
    Tiny child holding a teddy bear
    Mommy and daddy hold each other tight
    Long into the night

    This is a mother’s worst nightmare
    This is a father’s horror story
    To say their child was playing
    To say he’s never coming home

    Mommy cries and wipes her eyes
    Daddy won’t come down the stairs
    Little sister asks a question
    ‘When’s Johnny coming home?’

    This is a mother’s worst nightmare
    This is a father’s horror story
    To say their child was playing
    To say he’s never coming home

    Mommy chokes and leaves the room
    The child holds very still as daddy comes down the stairs
    Daddy slams the door, Daddy’s never coming home

    This is a mother’s worst nightmare
    This is a father’s horror story
    To say their child was playing
    To say he’s never coming home

    Mommy comes down the stairs
    Pictures in her hands little sister is shown
    Bloody pictures of when they tried to save her brother
    Broken and hurt eyes stare blankly

    Little sister won’t speak again
    Tired and scared the child goes to bed
    She dreams of swings and boys she wakes with silent tears
    Another family broke apart by Death