Beautiful boy, handsome hands
Small but sweet, becoming a man
Look at him draw, look at him play
He never longs for the end of the day

When he comes home parents shout
Angry thoughts he can�t let out
Time goes by, takes its toll
Unfortunate thoughts will burn his soul

He cries
He cries
Cause words aren�t powerful enough to describe
His eyes
His eyes
He glares with hatred but he doesn�t know why

Put him down, evil ploy
Break his heart, kill his joy
Argument in his head
Make him say he�s better off dead

His crime
His crime
He goes through life
Using whispers and lies
His life
His life
He sold his soul
To the tiger in the sky�

He followed me
He followed me home

Follow me
Follow me
Follow me home