You see that boy, he sits right there,
he's all alone with nothing to share.
With his dark long hair,
with not a bit of smile to wear.
For he sits alone,
all skin and bone.
With not a thing to eat,
he has bruises all over it seems he's been beat.
He does not talk,
but I want to go with him for a walk.
I want to help,
but I do not want to make him yelp.
I see he's in pain,
for his family is to blame.
Scratches all over his face,
he never walks a steady pace.
His voice is hoarse,
I need to help of course.
I can see the tears welling up in his eyes,
to me that is no big surprise.
I'm holding him close,
trying not to let him overdose.
I look at that boy in the mirror,
seeing the old one is nowhere near.
I see his scars day and night,
for his life there is no light.
For if you see,
that boy is me...