they said it was a waste
to sit and write his words
and I don’t care what anyone says
the boy is not a fool
but what is wasting, what are they breaking?
how much soul can they sell?
his twinkling eyes declare a virgin youth
a boy of talents and dreams
they’ve come to change the boy
and give him right and wrong
and make him fake what others need
for a hateful love that stings
now I’m sorry, now I’m crying
they said it was for good
they let the boy sleep ’til noon to wake up new
for the greatest change in his life
they took away his childhood
and gave him butterfly wings