The little boy lays on his side
By his TV he is hypnotized
No reason makes him want to rise
He wants to lay there and close his eyes

His life is hard
His body full of scars
The TV is blaring cars
While the boy's future seems as distant as Mars

The tele keeps him happy
The tele calms his mind
The tele keeps the demons away
For he knows no other way to make his day

As he inhales a new breath
He worries about the rest
How much he has left
His bed feeling much like a nest

As he closes his eyes
He thinks about tomorrow
In his bed he lies
Stuck in an inescapable sorrow.