I've been living in a whirlwind,
A world spinning out of control.
A million questions and no answer,
Been ages since I last felt whole,
No hope of things getting better,
o crushing reality of a life ruined.
How a boy so young and beautiful,
Got lost, in a world we don't know,
In a fleeting glance and downcast eyes,
Never a child's curious stare and glow,
Never a dada or mama and no bye-byes,
How in God's name is this e'en possible?
He'd rather be on his own in a corner,
Turning a toy round, round and round.
Oft' he bangs his head against the wall,
He won't put but his toes on the ground,
At times, he's staring through the wall,
'Times he seems not to know who we are.
How could it be, Lord, how could it be?
Did I do something to make him this way?
Or am I paying for something I did wrong?
I look at him and know there won't be a day,
That he'll be free; he's bound to it lifelong,
But why? Why and how could this just be?