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