Hugh likes to read books, and he likes to sing,
He likes to wake up in the morning,
As he hears the door bell ring,
He wakes up to find, me crying on the floor,
He lets me into his room,
And quietly locks the door.
He tells me not to cry, and just to be calm,
He gently takes my hand,
And rests it in his palm,
He holds me in his arms, until I can breathe,
He makes me stop shivering,
And wipes my eyes so I can see.
Everybody says, my friend Hugh is not real,
But he is real enough to me,
And me and him have a deal,
He says if I be friends with him,
He'll bring back Andrew one day,
I befriend him though I know, against this angel I'll never win.
