I Knew A Boy Who Liked To Draw
He Drew Pictures That Nobody Saw
He Was More Artistic Late At Night
In The Bathroom,Out Of Sight
He Kept A Secret No One Knew
He Didn't Tell A Soul, & His Gallery Grew
His Drawings Were Different.No Paper Or Pen
But Needed A Bandage Now & Again
We Stood By The River Under The Stars.
He Rolled Up His Sleeves & Showed Me His Scars
He Felt Embarrassed & Looked Down At His Shoe
Then I Rolled Up My Sleeve & Whispered "I Draw To"
