Lost Boys Calling
Come hold me now, I am not gone.
I will not leave you in alone.
And these steps come, beneath the moves.
I can still hear those lost boys calling.
You could not speak.
You were afraid, to take the risk of being left again.
And I saw you tipped your hand and waved.
And then, you turn back of the came way,
and still tore again.
I must dream in July,
when I hear those sea birds crying.
I hold the child, the child then a man.
The child that we leave behind.
Those spot night fades.
The boys disappear.
The final last lamp must uponthe sand,
then the silence of the grave.
I can still hear those lost boys calling.
we left them there when they were young.
The men were gone untill the wealth cuss won,
and now thre's nothing left but time to care.
You are never taking us fishing then and now never will.
I must dream in July,
when I hear those sea birds crying.
I hold the child, the child then a man.
The child that we leave behind.
when I hear those sea birds crying.
I hold the child, the child then a man.
The child that we leave behind.
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