He was sat on his bed ,gazing
At a blurred day through the window
He watched the sheep grazing,
Or sitting in the meadow
He watched the farmer with his dog
As they strolled along the lane
Through the growing winter fog
Wearing his coat with his cane.
With his steps skipping
The farmer strolled
But the boy sat ,crying
Wiping the tears that rolled
Hit with vicious envy
The boy turned his head
The farmer was happy
The boy's soul was dead
In school they chanted
In the lane they did worse
The boy was bullied
And it felt like a curse
"Ugly boy " they said
"Stupid boy"they said
"I want him dead"they said
He's already dead
He's already dead
With his window shattered
Surrounded by trouble
The boy's soul was battered
And his body lay in the rubble
