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