why?

you take my hand ,

 but where are you takeing me ?

why are we  walking faster ,

why cant aneyone see?

who are you?

what do you want with me ?

why did you slap me in the face ?

is aneybody looking for me ?

why cant i go home ?

what have i done ?

why am i tied to this pipe?

is this your day of fun ?

o why cant i see myself ?

why is it allway´s so dark ?

i allways know when you´r coming ,

that dog warnes me with his bark,

i dont know the time ,

and i dont know the day ,

i dont even know what year this is ,

for me now this is the only way ,

taken as a boy ,

but now not yet a man,

tied up like a wild dog ,

in the back of this caravan ,

i am so tired of life ,

and i am feeling quit sick ,

i am hopeing death comes for me ,

and i pray it will be quick .

the end 

writen 

by

paul o carroll