The Lonely Boy

The Lonely Boy

In the year of two-thousand and seven

There was a young boy who was eleven

He had a tall father, a businessman

The father never lent his son a hand

For money is what he cares for the most

In his home you will only hear him boast

The boy had trouble at school and at home

Often the boy felt utterly alone

On the playground he made a simple wish

That he could run away and not be missed

As the boy packed up his things

He thought of the songs he will sing

On his journey to a new life

His father was going through much strife

His business had just lost it all

He cried because he could no longer stall

The inevitable crash of his pyramid scheme

He could not think so he let out a scream

The boy rushed out the door

As his father's eyes began to pour

The boy set out without looking back

The cold lonely road was grey and black

The father had nothing left

Jail was his destination for his theft

The father had forgotten his son

He only ever cared for one

For he could not look past his pride

On the his journey the young boy died

Freezing under a tree alone

He would finally return to his Father's throne

Back with his mother the boy was pleased

The father's heart was still diseased

Money and worship was all he wanted

The jury and neighbors were all so haunted

That a man could abuse a mother and son

But feel no remorse for what he had done

For greed and pride are deadly sins

Anyone touched by them never wins

I warn all of you my friends

The deadly sins can never be cleansed

This is about stopping parental neglection I would change that.