He lurks in the shadows, in every nook.
He hides under river rocks of a flowing
brook.
He is constantly watching.
Praying for a chance.
He even hides in the music of our silly high
school dance.
He thinks I don't see, yet everyone can.
He's shy and to scared to act like a man.
But when the time comes to strike, be sure
that he will.
Because he lurks in the shadows,
So quiet.
So still.