When you think you have exausted your tank of hope Your gone..... its over its not, new hopes and dreams are on the way boy don't fret of cry of weep boy Never complain boy.... You've got more going for you than you know boy somebody is going to help you.... boy somebody will have you boy Somebody will paint you in pastels on the carefully stretched canvas of their life and look at every time they awake in their lucid morning admiring your glory boy how it overshadows the dark oils of the background the background of their life boy You are the sun, and the harvest moon boy gased at in wonder boy You will be loved boy and nothing can take that away, for it only takes time boy for the blind world to see