Young little face.
Lost in the world.

Young little heart.
Waiting to be crushed.

Young little smile.
Waiting to be frowned upon.

Young little person.
With the world turned against him.

For the sickest nights.
Commence on the sickest days.

And the gloomy dark nights.
Consist of nothing but rain.

And the world is filled with nothing to gain.
And the only thoughts are kept away in your brain.

And the thoughts I have make me happy.
And they keep my young self sane.