As the night whines down
He should go to bed
But bed isn't an option
In this seven-year-old's head
He wants to keep playing
Kicking blocks on the floor
He runs wildly screaming
Hits his truck on the door
His army men scattered
Thrown this way and that
He ties his bell
To the tail of the cat
Now imagine for a moment
That you are this boy
And you treat my heart
Like he treats his toys
And you both wonder why
They just seemed to break
They got pushed way to far
Given more than they could take.
