Passage of Innocence

It was ok to start with well it was just a game

I am Scoz, that’s what they call me, though it aint my real name

We were just a group of kids, mucking about on the street

Just dossing and trashing things, it was kinda neat

We met up together one night in a park

Just smoking and drinking and fooling about in the dark

Harmless abuse shouted at passers by

Looking for trouble with a teenagers eye

Littering streets didn’t seem that bad to us

People complained but we didn’t give a hell about the fuss

The odd fight here and there, nothing that bad

And sometimes a bit of graffiti but none of us were mad

That was how it was just a game and a bit of fun

Until that night down the park when there appeared a gun

Can’t remember where we got it, don’t really want to think

But it’s amazing how your mind works when it’s been fuelled by drink

None of us had any money but we needed some more booze

A good idea to pretend to rob we thought we had nothing to lose

So the corner shop that opened late seemed a good place

And the man who served he hated us, and I couldn’t stand his face

So I walked in bold as brass and aimed it at him there

And told him I wanted money but all he did was stand and stare

And then he started laughing at me like it was just some joke

But I wasn’t having any of it because I was drunk and broke

Then he started coming towards me shouting abuse all the time

Told me he would call the police telling them I had committed a crime

And he reached for me and tried to take the gun from out of my hand

And I swear it went of by accident though no one understands

His expression changed from smiling to a look of outright fear

And as I saw the blood cascade from him as he stumbled ever near

And I dropped the gun and ran from there as fast as I was able

And ran for my life down the streets on legs that were unstable

Well I got caught and now I face a prison term real soon

I sit here in this cell and through the bars I see the moon

And I wonder if I will ever get the chance to live again

Or will I be incarcerated, a prisoner in my brain

I hear the footsteps closer now and I know my time is here

And my defence has told me state the facts in a voice so crystal clear

But what more can I say than what obviously makes sense

I have lost my way as I walked down my passage of innocence

©Sonofdel 2011

I wrote this because I know that as a teenager everything you do seems like a joke or a laugh.  This shows how it can escalate and suddenly it is not so funny any more.  I know a lot of kids today just think that they can get away with anything. Wrong.