A child beneath the stars held his teardrops in his hands,
And let them fall through his fingertips like the turning of the sands,
His mother had hurt him,
His father had cried,
And the anger was building,
Suppress it though he tried.

He moved toward the edge and leapt into eternity,
No more to be seen,
His mother now dreams of turning back the clocks,
His father wants a magic wand to reverse the trick,
The evil plan,
No explanation can ease the agony,
But the boy is free,
Close your eyes and see,
The boy is me.