The boy, at 7, taken from them
Taken from mum and taken from dad
To the facility he goes, away from the Scorch
They feed him, clothe him, give him a home
But do they give him love? They don't.

He thinks he's safe
Oh how he is wrong
They're raising him
To be tough and strong.
In order to experiment,
Look at his brain.
All this, so the earth
Can be safe again

Many years later, oh how the boy
He has grown, sadly, into a ploy
16 years old, memory wiped
Stolen from him, everything he liked
Knowledge of his family, his long gone home
It will never exist, he is only flesh and bone

Sent up to the ground
After 10 long years
To a place called The Glade
With new friends to make dear.

This boy, who used to be small and cute
He has a new name now, and that is Newt.