Most of the kids I grew up with are dead now
Seemingly hopeless they aren’t here now
Thinking that life had deserted them
They looked for an early exit
Kieran loved to bully, fight and hurt
Just like the way his father treated him
The violence he lived with every day
Finally beat him with a sharp knife in a dark alley
Kelly was a slut, well that’s what everyone said
But her quest for love and affection began as soon
As she was raped at the age of twelve by her uncle
Still looking for that lost trust, she died of Aids
Ken was a loner, just because he was different
Born with a stutter that scarred his life
He sought to find solitude wherever he could
The needle he found gave him that isolation for all time
Kim was a genius born with a high IQ
Pushed by her parents further than she wanted to go
Her mind left the rails and went awol
She left us one day and we miss her a lot
Kevin was my best friend and he loved life
But that fun outer wrapper hid his real self
So insecure in reality he always needed a boost
The bottle, his friend, caused the tragic accident
We are all human and we all want to survive
But some of us are not as strong as others
Next time you pass one of those weaker than us
Spare a thought for Ken, Kieran, Kelly, Kevin and Kim