Little Boy Red

I know tomorrow is another turntable. Stability to me is never stable. Not at all sure what’s in God’s plan, so I laugh at life with the other hand. Twenty plus years, and my road is one I wish to shed. So I sing my song, shout my freedom and dance my dance then I cry little boy red.

I lay back in lullaby and surface the pain. Dreadful the emptiness and hollow the rain. I walk with whispers and remember the years that bled. So I sing my song, shout my freedom and dance my dance then I cry little boy red.

When the dawn rests the night and the rays of the sun embrace the morn, my sorrows into happiness shields the years that have been torn. I converse with my anger and feel the hate that forever led. So I sing my song, shout my freedom and dance my dance then I cry little boy red.