Lifetime lesson

[Vitez]

There was a girl, in a station not far away,
Her name was Suzie, and she liked toi play
Everytime, everything,
With anyone, anything.
But she was’t very nice. She was very tough,
And she always beat someone up.
She picked on kids, calling them names,
And if you said something…you’ll think again
Next time! Thsi story happened just the other day,
That she saw a boy in the dark, big shade:
„Hello! Who are you?” – Suzie asked –
„Someone I haven’t meet? Oh, at last!”
„My name is Billy, and I’m not new,
I just hate school…but I do like you!”
She turned red, the little shy,
And she asked: „Why?”
„I like your nose, your eyes, your face,
your ears, your mouth. Your hair and grace!”
Suzie didn’t know what to say,
So the little boy asked: „Would you like to play?”
The girl thought about what she should say,
But she decided: I’m on my way!”
The boy showed her new things and tricks,
And this went one, for a couple of weeks.
Than Billy said: „Suzie, don’t go to shool!
We’ll say you’re ill..What harm will it do?”
Suzie hasitated: „What would be best:
To go to school, or have a little rest?”
She said: „School can wait
…but I Want to play!”
„I know you would say
you want to play”
- he said – come on, I know a room,
and I wanna play too!”
She took Suzie to and old storage, turned ont he lights,
And there was nothing there in sight
Besides tle labirynth of containers.
„So, what will we do then?”
„I know a good game
we could play!
Its called the surgeont and the dead.
I’ll be the surgeont, and I bet
You know who’s the dead!”
„What..” she said, then she screamed,
because a knife cut of his ear.
She ran into the labirynth, triing to escape,
But she couldn’t run away from her faith.
In every corner, Billy was there,
Makeing the girl all so scared.
She fell, looked up, and he was there,
Looking at her, with eyes with tears.
„Why are you doing this?” Suzie asked,
and came the answer: „Look in you past:
There was a boy, who you beat up everyday,
And never had something for him to say.
You humiliated him every day of his life,
And didn’t care when he died.
Jokes and names
For eight years,
Humiliation for a life!
But now, its ower. Jokes..and my life.
I’m that boy, Suzie, I’m that him,
Billy Hamon is my name!”
„What do you wan’t from me?” She cried.
„Don’t hurt me! I Don’t wanna die!”
„I’m that kid, Suzie, I’m that boy,
and I don’t want more
than you saying: „Sorry Billy”,
than you’ll be free.”
„I’m sorry Billy, I didn’t know!
I won’t do it anymore!
No more names, jokeing!
I don’t wanna hear people crieing!”
She looked up, and Billy wasn’t there,
Only a small fog in the air.
She kept her word: she changed,
No more jokes or bad names.
Her ear was missing, but the reminded her
What price she would pay, if she would return
To making peoples life bad.

[Captain Chris sTc]

a little twist on suzie being missing.

shouldn't it be her ear that was cut and not his?

[Vitez]

Sorry...
her ear, not his