He crys himself to sleep at night
With him he carries such pain
For the little boy who sits in the chair
Is screaming once again the pain is getting stronger and hes crying all alone
The little boy with trembling hands sits just there on a throne
His face with fright and anger inside and pain that he can not bare
for the little boy that we all see was surely not even there
With his arms straped tight and his head in his knees he crawls over to the door Bang Bang the door is open and when you go to see there is no one there but a shadow of pain that the boy suffred that night and for him and all of us it must have been a fright!
