That little boy I once knew, he was so young, innocent in years
always with a faint smile on his face, but I perceived his fears
the world engulfed him, he had only been waiting for a friend
to make sense of everything, someone to help him comprehend
Those were very many years ago, but his image forever remains
so lonely has that little boy become, and now my very own pains
time continues to tick away, and the years seem to hasten ahead
the tomorrows were once my hope, have now become my dread
This world I no longer face, my pain and anguish unable to ignore
a vision of what I have become, now burns me from my very core
that fabricated happiness I once knew, fled from an illusionary vice
the toll on that little boy remains, because no one will pay the price
That little boy that I once knew, so young, so very innocent in years
no longer has a faint smile on his face, and only I can feel his tears
the world is his enemy, trust has become malignant, no friend exists
trials and tribulations acerbate, shame and mental anguish persists
Although those were many years ago, I am still haunted by the sight
all that I now experience only blinds me, I can no longer see the light
once positive and full of life, replaced by failed dreams is what remain
always reminded of what I have not become, is forever to be my shame
What can be said when the truth has been shed, you know in the final sum
what you now are is what you've become, and you can't help but feel numb
you sweet little boy, how I need to hold you so, oh how can I set you free
time has forgotten to remove our tears, yes, this little boy, that little boy-- is me
Time is a luxury not all can afford. Quite the opposite. It can, with time, be your worst nightmare. Beyond your reach. Beyond your control. Only as it increasingly slips away, will you begin to realize just how valuable and irreplaceable is your loss.