Sleeping on a bed
of dirty needles and
a pillow made of trash
A stale half eaten
doughnut the last
meal that he had
Bullets ring out in the night,
under a chair he hides
A broken door
with broken windows
protects him from outside
of dirty needles and
a pillow made of trash
A stale half eaten
doughnut the last
meal that he had
Bullets ring out in the night,
under a chair he hides
A broken door
with broken windows
protects him from outside
Mother comes home
half past two with
a lost look on her face
The mother that he used
to know is in another place
A scar across his forehead
cruel reminder of a dad
Who put him in intensive
care the last time he was bad
Close your eyes,
Nothings wrong,
Close your eyes
Close your eyes,
Nothings wrong,
Close your eyes
Teacher thinks
he's trouble sits him
in the back of class
As long as
he don't cause her trouble
she will let him pass
Quietly he sneaks
through school.
Now where can he be?
The product of society
that we no longer see.
Close your eyes,
Nothings wrong,
Close your eyes
Close your eyes,
Nothings wrong,
Close your eyes
How can we expect
a child like this to succeed
When we can not even
fulfill his most basic needs
Love, Respect,
A helping hand
are things he's never known
Equal Opportunity an idea
that we have sadly blown
Blown, Blown, Blown
Close your eyes,
Nothings wrong,
Close your eyes
Close your eyes,
Nothings wrong,
Close your eyes.
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