i was just a little boy
underneath my Christmas tree
wanting to be carefree
looking for a happy toy
yes, a little bouncing boy
holding in his anxious hand
a sack of coal, a bag of sand
still searching for a happy toy
looking for a warm embrace
from a stone cold dad
and wanting to feel glad
needing to see a smiling face
looking for a woman's touch
from a hard mom's hand
and i can't understand
why i ask too much
i was just a little boy
in pj's and bunny shoes
already singing the blues
instead of sounds of joy
a silly wondering tyke
with blonde hair over my eyes
looking for an early prize
never finding the bike
i was just a little boy
underneath my Christmas tree
wanting to be carefree
looking for a happy toy
yes, a little bouncing boy
holding in his anxious hand
a sack of coal, a bag of sand
still searching for a happy toy
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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