There once was a boy
Who on everyday
Would go to his yard
To sit and play
On the swing
He would push himself
Alone in this world
With the feelings he felt
This boy had a dream
To one day grow
In to a man
Who all would know
He'd take his light
At center stage
Attract the attention
He'd always craved
Maybe some day
His dream will come true
But as for right now
He's still feeling blue
Hopefully too
All this will be
But nothing has changed
Particularly me
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