All he wanted was help
None ever came
There was no one to blame
His death I but himself
They called it suicide
His pleas for help
Where muffled by the wind
The town were blind
To his true cause of death
No one saw him take his last breath
None of them cared when he was gone
They soon forgot about the boy
The poor little schoolboy
He had no family or friends
Nothing could be undone
Maybe you might see his ghost
Crying out for help
If you ever visit his town
In the dead of night
