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Beautiful boy, handsome hands
Small but sweet, becoming a man
Look at him draw, look at him play
He never longs for the end of the day
When he comes home parents shout
Angry thoughts he cant let out
Time goes by, takes its toll
Unfortunate thoughts will burn his soul
He cries
He cries
Cause words arent powerful enough to describe
His eyes
His eyes
He glares with hatred but he doesnt know why
Put him down, evil ploy
Break his heart, kill his joy
Argument in his head
Make him say hes better off dead
His crime