Little Boy

Little Boy

What does it mean to grow up with no joy?
Never get the chance to be a little boy
In war torn lands they never get the chance
War is all they know; they never learn to dance

A child of revolution; I know no other
Taken at an early age; stolen from my mother
Hear my tale of woe; never let it go
Lend me your hand so peace can flow

Little boy, come take my hand
I’ll show you joy; ain’t love grand
Little boy hiding in a man
You don’t have to die to find the Promised Land

Little boy, come take my hand
I’ll show you joy; ain’t love grand
Little boy hiding in a man
You don’t have to die to find the Promised Land

How can I know what you say is true
I’ve been burned; my outlook’s blue
I need to know if I can trust
What you say won’t turn me to dust

Little boy, you can trust
My heart is pure, no blood lust
Little boy hiding in a man
You don’t have to die to find the Promised Land

Little boy, come take my hand
I’ll show you joy; ain’t love grand
Little boy hiding in a man
You don’t have to die to find the Promised Land
Little boy, come take my hand
I’ll show you joy; ain’t love grand

Little boy hiding in a man
You don’t have to die to find the Promised Land
You don’t have to die to find the Promised Land

© 2011 John Rodriquez

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