Little Boy Sings a Song

The music plays hauntingly 
As he sings quietly along 
Just another sad and very lonely song 

For in his world, melodies
Are all filled with great pain 
Tiny heart full of nothing but aching blame 

Maybe if he could be better 
Then he'd be truly loved 
Every night he prays to the Lord up above 

But every morning he wakes 
To the same old tired song 
Wondering what he did that was so very wrong 

Only six years old now 
Already he'd seen too much fear 
Felt no smiles, but cried rivers of tears

He doesn't remember anything 
Except this very sad refrain 
It seems to reach out and call him by name

Someone should have noticed 
He had the bruises and broken bones 
It should have told them what was happening at home

But the music keeps on playing 
As people just quickly walk by
Each day he wonders, if it's his day to die

His dad is always angry 
He doesn't know what he's done 
All he wants is to be a very good son 

His Mom seems oblivious to his suffering 
Lost in her own music filled with shame 
Dreaming of better days, casting away her blame

With no love on the outside 
Little boy quietly climbs inside 
Looking for safety and a place to hide 

While he waits he sings 
This painful little tune 
Praying that help, will find him soon 

See the sadness behind his eyes 
It's where he's gone to dwell 
Lost inside himself, away from his living hell!

Copyright © Bernadette Langer | Year Posted 2006

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