There Was a Little Boy

Mother’s crazy, but she runs the family
Two older sisters, and the boy who’s nine years old
He’s old enough to see the way it’s going
Somewhere the birds are singing
But Mother’s all alone
He needs a father, but she takes a lover
This man is not a friend, shows no friendship
This man just waits around to play with Sister
But he plays too serious, he plays too rough
How can you expect a child to understand the sickness of a world whose eyes are
blind?
The dying man inside this boy is questioning his once upon a time
(There was a little boy)
He leaves home early for a loveless world
And he finds what he needs with an older boy
He’s got a couple things to hide from Mother
He hopes she’ll understand, she hopes he’ll change
How can you expect a child to understand the sickness of a world whose eyes are
blind?
A world he cannot hope to conquer, insecurities that fester in his mind
No choice, no fault, and no way out, no blame, no guilt, no friends, no cure,
no crime
The dying man inside this boy is questioning his once upon a time
(There was a little boy)
This boy was once a strong man, but getting weaker
He carries more than just the shame inside
His mother stays away and faces nothing
She blindly wishes for a happy ending
How can you expect a child to understand the sickness of a world whose eyes are
blind?
A world he cannot hope to conquer, insecurities that fester in his mind
No choice, no fault, and no way out, no blame, no guilt, no friends, no cure,
no crime
The dying man inside this boy is questioning his once upon a time
(There was a little boy)