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!