It was bright and it was burning the fire in his chest he was smart and he was cunning he thought deeper than the rest It was sweet and it was warm The spirit in his eyes I guess some things have to die to grow up farther If you take something pretty and you throw it in the mud It might break and loose its blood and lay there silent But it is not the end, he can make it live again give him time to define what he is missing And someday the boy will breathe enough to cry You see him rough you see him cold He's someone you don't know He's become hard and become bold For reasons he won't show You wonder how to make him change But you know its not your place You keep loving, waiting for the day If you take something pretty and you throw it in the mud It might break and loose its blood and lay there silent But it is not the end, he can make it live again give him time to define what he is missing And someday the boy will breathe enough to cry And someday the boy will breathe enough to cry编辑于2024/01/22更新