He’s just a little boy but his face is already lined with life
Constant fear lights his harsh path on the edge of a sharp knife
He’s stuck between reason and dreams pinned by a heavy heart
Fighting to gain one more day while trying to keep them apart
Men of power tell him often that he is born into sin
They break his body and his soul and judge the color of his skin
Every time he is around they let their demons out to play
And when he cries the whole wide world looks the other way.
Little boy you’ll understand no matter where you’re raised
Life’s not a hunt that makes you tired from constantly being chased
Keep walking straight in this crooked world and you will find your glory
For in the end you… little boy… you are the hero of your story.
He trusts no one enough to display his sadness
He’s beaten down by his own peers by their corrupt sick madness
He’s just a child in a cruel world consumed by darkness and greed
A world that feeds on the pain and tears of the ones who bleed
All has a price and in this world trust is an illusion
Love is made of compromise urges, and confusion
He wonders if the lies and cruelness will follow him into his youth
He wonders why most people don’t want to know the truth.
Little boy you’ll understand no matter where you’re raised
Life’s not a hunt that makes you tired from constantly being chased
Keep walking straight in this crooked world and you will find your glory
For, in the end you… little boy… you are the hero of your story
