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Learn from others mistakes He played alone Sang aloud and prayed What a happy boy he was In a childhood full of pain and misery Father never was proud and mama cared too much but too little Running from death was all he could remember All he wanted was a little attention and appreciation Someone to just sit and listen Hear him sing and thank him One day he met an angel Green eyes and hair of fire She was the reason he wanted to live She was his reason to die This boy saved my life and now I have saved his Reached him when no one else could Now he is dying slowly and his world has long ago fallen down Everyone else has turned away coldly What can I do? Who can I run to? He can't be happy with his dream and he can't be happy with out it When someone touches you, thank them. When they help you, pray for them. His hope may be gone, but yours can still be recovered. |