He kicks the lonely pebble along the grey yard,
His hands in his pockets, he is weary and tired,
The other boys play and laugh aloud,
As he walks alone, silenced by the crowd,
He did nothing to make them start,
Their taunts and smirks breaks his heart,
All he wants is a friend to hear hi cries,
He is sick and bored of hearing only his sighs,
He closes his eyes, oh so tight,
Even though they kick him, he will not fight,
He always hopes one day it will end,
One day has passed and there's another at hand,
He walks out of school everyday,
'Home' to a house where anger stays,
His daddy is gone, gone a long time,
And his mommy is drowned in the wicked wine,
He is so isolated and speaks quiet words,
On his bed he prays to numb the hurt,
He whispers God, please take me away,
If you are so good why do you insist I stay?
So this quiet little boy cries all the time,
Hoping one day someone will hold him and say mine,
Until that day he will shiver with fear,
That, that day mightn't come and that no-one will hear,
