Run, pat… pat…run
The sound of my feet against the floor
Father is gone; he went to war.
Run, pat…pat…pat…run
The sound of my feet against the floor.
Mother is gone; can they take any more?
Beat, beat, beat, beat
The sound of my heart and the sound of my feet.
Safe! Yet the feeling is bittersweet;
Home…gone, family…gone
Gone…
Gone…
Gone.
Now I’m wading through a sea of sadness .
Pat, pat, beat, pat, pat, beat .
Nothing can now save me from madness.
