Op.8 ~ A Boy could do Better

Once under a streetlight,

Sitting in a room alone.

Sometimes voices rang out. 

No one was hurt.

*Its a dangerous game. (Animals stalk the night.)

Junkies sing songs of pain.

But Angels whisper with kind song.*

There was a girl with midnight hair.

She was no ones handmaid.

Just an Irish lass with game to play 

A boy could do worse then to have the untouchable touch him

In midnight light

I sat stoned.

Zombies sniffed in circles,

Tenderness touched my thigh.

*Its a dangerous game. (Animals stalk the night.)

Junkies sing songs of pain.

But Angels whisper with kind song.*

Change came with pain.

Drooling foul words,

Kind hearts broke in fear.

A boy could do worse by others, even if he feels insane.

Dawn lit the sky,

Creatures returned below.

A bell chimed. 

All is well.

*Its a dangerous game. (Animals stalk the night.)

Junkies sing songs of pain.

But Angels whisper with kind song.*

A boy's better crying alone.