Order, this meeting is called to order
Is there anything to be brought up
From the happenings of last meeting
I see there's not, so let's move on
What new things do we bring up
Who would like to be the first
To start telling their story
Not all at once, please raise your hand
And I will pick the first speaker
Yes I recognise you, Billy Boyd
I yield the floor to you now

I tried so hard to please my love
But nothing I did would satisfy
She'd shout and curse and even hit
And many days to tears I'd be
She would go out to meet a lover
I would have to watch the children
And then she'd laugh right in my face
While telling me all gory details
I can't take more, this is too much
But don't know what to do now

The assembly was hushed, could hear groans
While Billy Boyd his story was telling
Teary eyes while listening to
The story that he was telling
So many there could feel his pain
Their life not much better
And one by one up they went
To each tell their own story
At the Lost Boy's Club