I saw the kid, walk through the door br dragging his books, across the floor. br br To tired to make it, too his room br so she hit him hard, with the broom. br br He sat on his bed and started to cry br but no one was around, to ask him why. br br He holds his head up and tries to read br but does no good, he's too tired to see. br br His head is hurting, from the night before br from the busted, when he hit the floor. br br He wants to eat, but there's no food br makes you wonder, why they can be so rude. br br He don't understand, why they are so mean br why they can't wash and keep him clean. br br Goes to school, to get away from home br so he doesn't have, to feel he's alone. br br He tries to hide it, from all his peers br the pain he suffered, through the years. br br All the torture, they gave to him br I pray to God, he gives to them. br br But now he lives, his life with that pain br of all the things that drives him insane. br br This is no way, for a child to live br there's so much love, he wanted to give.