Boy At the Window

She was wearing shocking pink and jewelry of gold Papa said son isn't she fine Knew he would be out all night Though son is only 9 years old This is how he's forced to spend his time Looking out window into someone else's home Watching mother, father, child at play Wishing he could be a part but it's Too hard to forget he's alone A typical day The boy at the window One more forgotten son Ah, looking to the corner To see what he'll become The boy at the window If he's still sitting there Are you even gonna care Papa always tells his son Keep sitting at our window Don't end up like me, watch from above You can't go wrong More and more son's thinking Won't be too far but I must go in his eyes The corner is the only place he can belong Son isn't smart enough to see it Won't make him somebody But it's better than living with The hypocrisies above No more smelling ho's and liquor On the breath of daddy Rather smell it from the breath of Brothers he don't know or love Remember when the boy was Young and untouched Happy with his window view But look it's not enough His dreams are in the gutter And now he's just a number All because he wanted to belong All because he wanted to belong So he learned to play the role Of hustler with no feeling Thinking, "They'll accept me if I prove that I'm real hard" Now he's learning firsthand of the word and it's true meaning The window he looks out of now Includes iron without bars The boy at the window One more forgotten son Ah, he looked to the corner And guess what he's become The boy is at the window If he's still sitting there Are you even gonna care