he's a young child again stained his knees on the grass he's within carried up in concern a man before his time what's to learn it's a cold place for a fire the bright keep getting brighter he don't care placed his trust in nothing common perhaps it will get him lucky wish i might takes a warm look at the choices the laughter heard from the voices will it end all the while there's a symphony on the music box as i sit behind the keys of my player piano i cry and in a while faced a man behind a child and suddenly it hit me your with me i care a long way from his home took the choice to make it his own not alone a want to fill up his need a bleak break on the day what to say it's a cup full of his tasting bruised his heel just for asking what a tale if a lie made him regretful than a true word more insightful just to be he's a young child again found a way of letting it in wait and see wait