In the back of the town, lies an old house.
In the back of the house, lies an old room.
In the back of the old room, lies a dark closet.
In the back of the dark closet, lies a dead child.
In the hands of the dead child, lies a tattered teddy bear.
In the hands of the tattered teddy bear, lies a brass key.
In the hands of the brass key, lies entry to a toybox.
In the old toybox, lies a letter.
In the old letter, lies the words.
In those words, there's nothing in the back, nothing in the hands, nothing inside.
Nothing, but the goodbye's of a father, to his only son.
