Story Of A Pretty Boy.

Pretty boy always had a smile on his face,
Was so sure he knew his place.
Thought the biggest tragedy, he'd ever see,
Was losing his dear, old grampie.
Little did pretty boy know,
Where his life would eventually go.

Fist fights, broken hearts and bones;
Never thought he'd ever feel alone.
Now the feeling won't surpass,
He breaks down every day in class.
It's near graduation day,
There's a silent thought of being on stage,
With no one he knows to stand before.
Finally turned 19 years of age,
But he sung to himself; to a muffin from a store.

Pretty boy used to cry over scraped knees,
But now he weeps, out on the street,
Holding himself, fighting memories;
All alone, tears down his face;
Pretty boy doesn't have a place,
Lives on the street; lives in the school,
Showers in the rain, or in the drain,
He eats from dumpsters, and no one cares.

Mommy died, daddy, too,
And no one else is responsible.
So he's all alone, he knows it's true.
The tragedies, they keep on coming,
But poor pretty boy can't keep running.
He's deathly sick,
But he doesn't know it.

Maybe soon he'll find his place,
Somewhere nice, where he can clean his face,
Pretty boy now looks more like a dirty disgrace,
His place may be far,
It may be up in the stars,
But he knows he needs it.
And on graduation day,
He took his place on the stage,
And he fell.

Collapsed to the ground,
Before everyone around, that he didn't know.
Pretty boy crossed his time to go.
With no last words, just words in his ears:
"Today is the day, where you grow up,
Become adults in the real world.
All you boys, and all you girls,
It's time to face real life challenges,
Sure there'll be tragedies, maybe pain and tears..."

And right then, his eyes didn't cry,
They just went wide;
He just fell on the stage;
His heart had died;
He reached his age,
And it was finally time for him to go to his place.

Pretty boy always had a smile on his face,
Was so sure he knew his place.
Thought the biggest tragedy, he'd ever see,
Was losing his dear, old grampie.
Little did pretty boy know,
Where his life would eventually go.

Sarah Gammon ©
19/04/06