Up and down the keys he plays,
And the crowd he does amaze,
And never once has he stopped,
Take a drink or take a walk.

On and on his sad song goes,
And when he began no one knows,
And no one could say when he will stop,
But on and on it goes.

His song that he plays,
Can be heard in the sky,
By his lost daughter,
Who’s said her goodbye.

Every now and then,
I go and listen,
To his sad song,
And his sad tune.

And I know in heaven,
His daughter listens,
Looking down,
With a heartbroken smile.

Thrown into a whole new world,
The boy felt isolated and lost,
Everyone was like him but yet different,
He could try to communicate,
But no one would hear his plea.


Day after day, night after night,
The boy would stare at the world,
The world the boy loved. The world he longed for,
But the world was not as kind,
The world rejected, and loathed him.


Like a kite flying aimlessly in the sky,
Like a sailboat with no wind,
Like a bird with clipped wings,
The boy could not escape, could not be free.