by Unknown
Oct 2010 198 Views 2 comments
Little Boy
I was a little boy
Now I am grown
Wished I had listened to the things I was told
Life use to come so easy
and seemed to be so free
now nothing easy and the ends never meet
I was a little boy
now I am grown
living on the streets
because I have no home
life use to come so easy
and seemed to be so free
still nothing comes easy
but I'm back on my feet
Now I am grown
Wished I had listened to the things I was told
Life use to come so easy
and seemed to be so free
now nothing easy and the ends never meet
I was a little boy
now I am grown
living on the streets
because I have no home
life use to come so easy
and seemed to be so free
still nothing comes easy
but I'm back on my feet
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Posted: Oct 2010
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Comments (2)
but I'm back on my feet...the little boy, now grown, has come of age!