The Proof - Jill Tracy

Dear old Mattie Burton

She was always so uncertain

The moment that would end her life

Came with her husband’s hunting knife

The precocious Phineas Ray

Never felt the need to pray

Knelt with a bullet to his head

Had a note pinned to the bed

That read…

I want to believe in something

I’m still searching for the truth

I want to believe in something

I’ve finally found the proof

Agoraphobic Walter Strauss

Never ever left the house

Looking for salvation there

He threw himself down the cellar stair

Little Anna would not eat

A skeleton from head to feet

Afflicted with society’s ills

Sometimes it is only the mirror that kills

It hangs there still…

I want to believe in something

I’m still searching for the truth

I want to believe in something

I’ve finally found the proof

They thought Reginald was fine

Despite the voices inside his mind

He silenced them with the roar that came

As he locked eyes with the northbound train

Far beneath the angry sea

Edward saw tranquility

Sweetly smothered by the waves

He submerged to his watery grave

Where he remains…

I want to believe in something

I’m still searching for the truth

I want to believe in something

I’ve finally found the proof