Who Will Cry for the Little Boy?
Antwone Q. Fisher
Who will cry for the little boy?
Lost and all alone.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Abandoned without his own?
Who will cry for the little boy?
He cried himself to sleep.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He never had for keeps.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He walked the burning sand.
Who will cry for the little boy?
The boy inside the man.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who knows well hurt and pain.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He died again and again.
Who will cry for the little boy?
A good boy he tried to be.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who cries inside of me?
I am crying despite the absence of tears...
I am shouting though I lack the words...
I can't even write my own poem... when I feel down, I usually can... so I borrow once more the words of Antwone Q. Fisher and let it retell how I'm feeling now...
