What happened to the tiny hands The hands I often held. Why do you have that pipe With poison that you will melt? What happened to the sparkling eyes That laughed up at me, The little boy whose arms so small held on tight to me.

Who is this person in the gutter
That the police say come claim,
I don't recognize the face, the eyes
What did you say is his name?

What happened to the boy of 10
Who hit all those home runs?
And made me proud to be his mom
and the hard work he had done.

Who is this person staring at me
With a vacant look in his eyes.
Who is this smelly, dirty person
Who for so long I've cried.

Where is that child who made me laugh
When he brought home the strays.
Where is he, do you know now;
How he spends his days.

Why is he here in side this cell?
With people who are bad.
Where is the little boy I loved?
God this is making me so sad.

What have you done to my boy;
What price has he paid?
To be at your beck and call
From now until dead I'm so afraid.

It starts out with the guys
just a joint with a beer or two.
and then you know, it's up
your nose, just a snort will do.
 
 
 

Where is my child,  I'm sorry to say, but I have long lost track. Cause where he used to be Is a skeleton smoking crack. So where's my child, I want him back He's gone too far you say. I am dying here inside my heart God, all I  can do is pray....

For a dear friend 
who is losing her child to 
Crack Cocaine.
I love you.
Kathalise
August 17th, 2000