He was a cute little boy,
Who could bring anyone joy,
But does anyone know those fragile things he does,
Is only a reason to decieve his pain because,
He doesn't know any other way so he justs helps out with others,
Because the torture and teasing coming from his brothers,
His father hits him doesn't know what to do,
He'll just stare straight through you,
He can take one glance and know who you are,
He really is adorable my little shooting star,
And behind his broken smile,
Lies a wounded heart,
I'll let him stay a while. |
