Scared and hurt he looks around
No one moves or makes a sound
Wipes his tears away and runs so far to hide away
One fine day he sits there
On a hilltop in open air
Looking for something he can't find anywhere
From the outside he looks fine...
When you look deep down inside
You can see the anger flaming up inside his head
Scared and hurt he looked around
Looking up at us he frowned
Fought his tears away and ran so far to hide away
Slipped away he gets home late
Father's waiting for him at the gate
Takes a look at him, turns stone cold with no emotion
There he is, just waiting there
Nervously playing with his hair
They just want to help him cry it out
Speak aloud
