We'll see him in the news one day,
One way or another,
A feature on business,
Or an obitchuary,
Everybody'll morn,
They'll say they never saw it coming,
But when he pleaded for help;
You were to busy to look his way
Poor kid begging on his knees,
He knew his fait,
When you looked past it,
Now he's gone,
He could of changed the world,
But we all were to busy;
To ever see it coming,
We didn't just lose a number in population,
We lost a child,
We could of done something,
I can't help but think;
We could of done something.