His shirt is a mess his trousers are torn He stands on his own so sad and forlorn His fathers a drunk, His mother is gone He hasnt a friend so he plays all alone. He Dreams every night of his Mothers sweet Kiss What did he do to deserve this Why did she go, what did he do His father blames him, It must be True Lying each night in his lonely bed Thoughts of his Mother swirl in his head Show some compassion for this little boy A Hug from another would be such a sweet Joy On night while the boy in his bed lay Came an Angel from Heaven to take him away It was his Mother who took him She Bore him away To a place up above where Children can play