Bag Man

He scratches on the window pane
He calls to every child by name
He snatches them into the rain
And every night he does the same

Here and there a missing soul
Night rent with cries, anguished mothers
Who plead for loved ones eaten whole
By night hiding darkly others

At night check window, hatch and door
Make sure your child is tucked away
He comes for those that rise before
The sun that keeps the fiend at bay

And just because you're grown up now
Does not mean he won't do the same
He'll find you someday, soon, somehow
His scratching at your window pane

Your blind to him and where he goes
But his eyes will always find you
He always watches; always knows
He's standing right behind you