He Was Alone

    He was alone,
    When he was twelve,
    Only his thoughts, which he kept to himself

    He didn’t have, A place to play
    A friend to call, or a word to say

    But he had hope,
    That one day he’d fly
    Over the rainbow, up through the sky

    He was alone,
    He didn’t have much
    And all that he had, he couldn’t touch

    He lay awake,
    All night through
    This was his world, no one else knew,
    Nothing to fear,
    Nothing to hide,
    Nothing but stars, to care as he cried

    But he had hope,
    That one day he’d own
    A flashing (white) horse, to carry him home

    And in his hand He felt a stone,
    That’s all he had, and he was alone

    But he had wish,
    That one day he’d fly
    Over the wall, up to the sky

    He was just one,
    Who never grew old,
    On a list of names, upon the road