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Little boy with the sad eyes
Whose tears each tell a story
Of pain, woe, and shame
Being born in a kind of purgatory

Imprisoned in the confines of sin
Unable to breathe in
Exahaling a little of himself with every breath
Unable to let a fresh breeze in

Caught between right and wrong
Not always sure what to do
Finding it hard to be corrected
Taking it as a personal review

Thinking his life is the worst possible
Not realizing the blessing he has
The love that is there
‘Cause the good is like a flash

The bad times linger like cigar smoke
Etched into the memory like stone
Replaying in every angry moment
Mixing his emotions like a cyclone

Little boy with the sad eyes
Who sits and feels love has fled
Doesn’t realize that love is a pool
In he’s in it to his head

Little boy with the sad eyes
Wipe those foolish tears away
Though she doesn’t show it much
Mommy loves you forever and a day

The Little Boy With The Sad Eyes