Golden Boy

Let me go
feed me more
I got two feet out the door
Still might be the golden boy

Father cries
Mother is on the phone
with tears in her eyes

Open doors and windows
Leave a light on
Let the wind and rain erode away the ghosts that haunt this home
I won’t look back
I got my shoes and toothbrush packed
In time I might forget

Quiet mind and eyes so clean
I think of her so much does she still think of me?
She said I was to be the golden boy

So hold me now
Hold me down
If you saw what I’d seen
The worst is still to come I know

Father cries
Mother is packing bags
for the thousandth time

(Lyrics copyright 2008 Christopher Stetson Wilson)