When I was a young boy, life was cruel to me,
when I was a young boy, my daddy hurt me.
When I was a young boy, my eyes were black,
I could not see.
when I was a young boy, an empty room I stay
when I was a young boy, bed springs where I lay.
when I was a young boy, I still remember today.
Young boy in me
Posted by paul c walton on 20:13
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