Turned the corner onto a road I’ve never seen
Volume rose and the car sped faster than it’s ever been
The whole world stopped as we flew by
Sunglasses and clouds in the sky
No lyrics left his mouth but music filled the space
White knuckles on the wheel and red in the face

His big blue eyes fight off the tears
His features try so hard to hide the fears
My happy boy is a hard and tortured man
Should he walk, even if he can?

Force a beautiful smile for a neighbor
Staying together has become a labor
Walks close beside me with care
Our hands come to brush as if a dare
His eyes meet mine the pain screams
He has to crack a joke, fake smile beams

Aggressive flash of an attack
And a shocking thunder like crack
In a round fenced off cage
Every movement shouts his rage
My happy boy is old for his age

His big blue eyes fight off the tears
His features try so hard to hide the fears
My happy boy is a hard and tortured man
Should he walk, even if he can?

The sweat drips down his cheek
The pain is gone from this whole week
The joy bleeds through the pain he felt
The real smile comes and his heart begins to melt

His big blue eyes fight no more
His features beam, and cheeks are sore
May happy boy is a hard and tortured man
Won’t be walking because he never can