I am the silent boy
the one who sits with his book
the one who’s face is still when others laugh
the one who does not expect a response when
asking “how’re you today?”
I am the silent boy

I am the tired boy
the one who sits while others run
the one who hangs his head at the end of the day
the one who does not engage and neither does he
go after
I am the tired boy

I am the saddened boy
the one who refuses love
the one who had his heart stolen
the one who’s eyes gaze downward
as the sun sets on another day
I am the saddened boy

I am the boy
the one who is silent
the one who is tired
the one who is sad
I am the boy

I am the hopeful boy,
the one who speaks despite
the silence others expect.
the one who runs despite
the protest of his own legs.
the one who smiles despite
the urge to frown as he looks
out at the world
I am the hopeful boy

I am the boy
the hopeful,
hopeful boy