Johnny
Written By: Diana L. Brewer

The Angel Comes to take Johnny away,
Now he is free to run, laugh, and play.
No more bruises and no more pain,
He will only see sunshine and no more rain.

His mommy would beat him, Till he could not stand
She would hit with a belt, a stick or her hand
She would leave him crying, right there in the floor
Grab her keys and run out the door.

Johnny would sit in the corner and cry,
His three year old head thrying to figure out why
What did he do to make mommy so mad?
Why did she always make him so sad?

Late that night mommy walked in,
He could see she was mad again
He could tell mommy was in her mood.
He was hungry, afraid to ask for food.

He just sat in the corner like a little mouse,
Watching mommy walk through the house.
She saw a toy, right there on the floor
Johnny just cried, Please mommy I'm sore.

She took out a stick and started to beat
She hit his Head, his legs and feet.
Johnny lay still, he could not move.
Mommy thought she had something to prove.

He begged and begged but she would not stop.
She beat him and beat him till his head just flop.
Johnny felt sleepy, he could not breath,
He felt his life begin to leave. 

He floated up where he could see it all,
Looked down at mommy, she looked very small.
He turned and went inside the gate.
He smiled so big he could not wait.

Now Johnny is happy, and mommy is gone
He wished for this for oh so long.
Johnny just plays laughs and sings
Loving what each new day brings.

(c) 2000