Who will cry for the little boy?
Lost and all alone.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Abandoned without his own.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He cried himself to sleep.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who never had for keeps.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who walked the burning sand.
Who will cry for the little boy?
The boy inside the man.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who knew well hurt and pain.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who died and died again.
Who will cry for the little boy?
A good boy he tried to be.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who cries inside of me.
by: Antwone Fisher
I love this. You made me realize we all have a child inside we are probably crying for. thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the grown man the boy becomes. take care.