I came into this world as a boy of may,it was all very new to me but still i chose to stay,as i grew older i felt the chill of life,an how it had it's trouble's that were hard for me to take,maybe someday i'll feel that way,and feel just like that boy of may,i often wonder where i would be,beside's the life of anxiety,my heart was sure and i felt content,,the world unknown all i did was play,maybe someday i'll feel that way,and feel just like that boy of may,year's have past and i'm all grown up,the memories linger and i still choke up,remembering that day when i use to play,someday i'll find that boy of may.
