What will we do when the pain of one boy stretches so down deep
He welcomes sadness yet it doesn´t do him any favours
And his ego and his attention seeking conspire to slay a saviour
He can´t beat back his tears and he fears it´ll stop him from growing.
when the pain of one boy makes it´s way into the world
so brittle and pseudo confident, he fell last time he tried bold
and his tears never disappeared but marked him like clown tatoos
Still pretending everything is fine when his heart is bruised
The pain of one boy overlaped the day as other children stopped playing
Oh the wonder that welled in their ears and eyes
for what sorrow could this be so harrowing and for them so unwise
The boy sneered and walked off as if it were all a joke
But the tears would reappear, the burn would provoke
yet another flame and sultry smoke
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