That Little Boy Inside

somewhere a small boy will pray to be set free if he may from the battles forced to play and from sins for which he’ll pay maybe he will try to run as if tomorrows ne’er come peer into the setting sun while another day is done sleep in silence and alone on a pillow made of stone dreams have long since been outgrown for he’s learned life’s just on loan hunger claims a heavy price going through all these things twice hinged upon the rolling dice loneliness must now suffice on the start of my new day somewhere a small boy will pray . . .