Everything about him,
suggests that he is lonely,
he is misunderstood and lost inside.
Yet even at distance
you know so much about him,
the way that he walks,
hands in his pockets and head hung low,
slinking around like a dog,
waiting for a home

    Little Boy Lost.  
       Little Boy Lost.

When he talks he stammers,
then pauses uncertain.
of what should be said.
And when he listens,
he seems filled with endless energy
restless he stretches, looks around
leaning and pacing,
Like a small boy, impatient with elders voices

    Little Boy Lost
        Little Boy Lost

He has the awkwardness of adolescence
blurting out tremendous questions crudely.
On occasion he smiles, unaccountably
as if told a dark joke known only to himself
You can sense it, the badness inside
but you like him,...

    Little Boy Lost