Sleeping on a bed of dirty needles and a pillow made of trash A stale half eaten doughnut the last meal that he had Bullets ring out in the night, under a chair he hides A broken door with broken windows protects him from outside
Mother comes home half past two with a lost look on her face The mother that he used to know is in another place A scar across his forehead cruel reminder of a dad Who put him in intensive care the last time he was bad
Close your eyes, Nothings wrong, Close your eyes
Teacher thinks he's trouble sits him in the back of class As long as he don't cause her trouble she will let him pass Quietly he sneaks through school. Now where can he be? The product of society that we no longer see.
Close your eyes, Nothings wrong, Close your eyes
How can we expect a child like this to succeed When we can not even fulfill his most basic needs Love, Respect, A helping hand are things he's never known Equal Opportunity an idea that we have sadly blownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
