Holding hands. Skipping like a stone. On our way. To see what we have done. The first to speak. Is the first to lie. The children cross. Their hearts & hope to die. Bite your tongue. Swear to keep your mouth shut. Ask yourself. Will I burn in Hell?. Then write it down. & cast it in the well. There they are. The mob it cries for blood. To twist the tale. Into fore wood. Fan the flames. With a little lie. Then turn your cheek. Until the fire dies. The skin it peels. Like the truth away. What it was. I will never say.... Bite your tongue swear to keep. Keep your mouth shut. Make up something. Make up something good.... Holding hands. Skipping like a stone. Burn the witch. Burn to ash & bone