| A little boy so fair and sweet Blonde hair, blue eyes and chubby feet. The child's heart so full of joy My brother was that little boy. A mother drunk with brutal rage. A father coldly unaware Of the child's cruel beatings Of the heart, now full of fear. The big, blue eyes that tear in pain Becaues he cannot understand The anger and the hatred That flares from mother's hand. The boy grows up, becomes a man. A haunted soul but kind. Working to escape his past The shadows he left behind. A bitter winter's day and bleak My Lord, please tell my why My brother closed his big, blue eyes And just laid down to die. In the woods, alone, by the river He laid his weary head With falling snow as his blanket The icy ground as his bed. I cry for my brother, Billy But I really can't say what hurts more The cold, lonely way that he died Or the burden, in life, that he bore. A little boy, so fair and sweet A man that's gentle and kind The memory of my brother Billy, I will never leave behind. |
| Billy |
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