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It was bright and it was burning
the fire in his chest
he was smart and he was cunning
he thought deeper than the rest
It was sweet and it was warm
The spirit in his eyes
I guess some things have to die
to grow up farther
If you take something pretty
and you throw it in the mud
It might break and loose its blood
and lay there silent
But it is not the end, he can make it live again
give him time to define what he is missing
And someday the boy will breathe enough to cry
You see him rough you see him cold
He's someone you don't know
He's become hard and become bold
For reasons he won't show
You wonder how to make him change
But you know its not your place
You keep loving, waiting for the day
If you take something pretty
and you throw it in the mud
It might break and loose its blood
and lay there silent
But it is not the end, he can make it live again
give him time to define what he is missing
And someday the boy will breathe enough to cry
And someday the boy will breathe enough to cry
the fire in his chest
he was smart and he was cunning
he thought deeper than the rest
It was sweet and it was warm
The spirit in his eyes
I guess some things have to die
to grow up farther
If you take something pretty
and you throw it in the mud
It might break and loose its blood
and lay there silent
But it is not the end, he can make it live again
give him time to define what he is missing
And someday the boy will breathe enough to cry
You see him rough you see him cold
He's someone you don't know
He's become hard and become bold
For reasons he won't show
You wonder how to make him change
But you know its not your place
You keep loving, waiting for the day
If you take something pretty
and you throw it in the mud
It might break and loose its blood
and lay there silent
But it is not the end, he can make it live again
give him time to define what he is missing
And someday the boy will breathe enough to cry
And someday the boy will breathe enough to cry
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