Taken
I only wish the story ended at teatime
We'd had so much fun that day
But there was something I saw
I told my family
But they didn't believe me anyway
Out from the kitchen window,
Over by the brook
I saw a figure dressed all In black
I saw it kneel, as though it was mourning
It stood up and faded away, never coming back
I told my family to look
But they didn't see it
So it didn't exist;
It was just the overactive imagination
Of their eight year old kid
I went out the following morning
Back out to the brook
Now I wish I hadn't
I should never have looked
There was someone kneeling nearby
I approached the kneeling figure
I screamed when I realised what it was
I ran to Mrs Hart to tell her what happened -
What happened to her daughter
I'd found Megan that day, her lungs were full of water
My best friend wouldn't do that
She couldn't in the brook
I know what did it to her
But even if I told you now
No-one would believe me