A little boy
He wrote A Song
A little boy
Who Never Sung
A little boy
He never said
To anyone
What He wrote & felt
A little boy
How he could explain
If He sung that song
He would die instant
That little boy
He wrote that song
to live instead
The Pain was strong
He could not bear
He had to write
and never try
If he sung that song
The pain would grow
If he sung that song
He would be no more
That little boy
Kept writing
He was so happy
He started to sing
Oh My God
He never knew
The Pain of Words
That killed him there
His eyes open & body dead
He watched from above
& he SUNG HIS SONG
He wrote A Song
A little boy
Who Never Sung
A little boy
He never said
To anyone
What He wrote & felt
A little boy
How he could explain
If He sung that song
He would die instant
That little boy
He wrote that song
to live instead
The Pain was strong
He could not bear
He had to write
and never try
If he sung that song
The pain would grow
If he sung that song
He would be no more
That little boy
Kept writing
He was so happy
He started to sing
Oh My God
He never knew
The Pain of Words
That killed him there
His eyes open & body dead
He watched from above
& he SUNG HIS SONG