The Golden Boy
The golden boy danced through his world
His life an endless joy
mother, father, friends he had
He was a happy boy
He so young and full of life
His energy unsubdued
His eyes a creative twinkle
He knew of nothing crude
His parents loved his smiling face
The innocence he possessed
Though they were neither were rich or poor
They provided him the best
The world in which he resided
Knew nothing of war or pain
Until the day when angry souls
hungered for selfish gain
The golden boy looked toward the sky
Saw planes dropping down
Their cargo deep and deadly
Oh, what a horrid sound
He did not know where to run
Where he could go to be safe
He saw his home go crashing down
He, now a homeless waif
His tears they fell on broken cobbles
A child all alone he cried
Like so many in this world
His happiness had died
What happened to the golden boy?
So innocent and free
Because of selfish gain he cries
none hears his desperate plea
What about the children of this world
The children we forget
The ones that are all alone
We are in their debt
Without a child’s’ joy
This world would be so dark
A world without a singing voice
A world without a spark
What will this selfish world become
If we have not a care
About the children all alone
Do we not have time to spare?
The golden boy kneels on the ground
Hungry, alone, and afraid
But a hand reaches to help him off his knees
Comes to his rescue and his aid
