The Little Boy

Who can see the little boy,
Whose pain you cannot hear?
He holds it in so still;
His aoura made of fear.

Who will love the little boy?
He cries himself to sleep.
He's quiet on the outside
But his emotion runs too deep.

Who will hurt for the little boy?
He's heart hardened and cold
He's angry, tired, and scared...
His story can't be told.

Who can touch the little boy?
His mother holds him close
His father loses all control;
No closet can hold his ghosts.

Who will want for the little boy?
He has no dream of hope.
His mother has been torn down
Clenching her final rope.

Who will save the little boy?
He wants to hide the truth.
But the days grow darker yet
And steal away his youth.

Who will help the little boy?
When he's fallen to the ground?
His mother weeps such agony
In torture she is bound.

I can see the little boy
And know the truth unseen.

I have loved the little boy
Who silently cries for me.

My heart cries for the little boy
Who knows no other way.

I long to touch the little boy
Whom fear haunts night and day.

I have watched the little boy
His life a shattered dream.

I will weep for the little boy
He's in my thoughts always.

I have much love for my little boy
None could count the ways.