Long, long, long ago,
A little boy grew up.
He had fears, he had dreams.
A longing in his heart that would never part.
There’s a story of that boy.
Told by many, it isn’t so pretty.
All by himself he would walk.
Down the halls, to the movies, no one would call.
He fell apart, broken heart.
A cry deep inside he would never hide.
Here’s the story of that boy.
Told by many, his name was Danny.
Grew up abandoned, fallen.
Always quiet, never knowing his thoughts.
He cried at night, all torn inside.
The cry grows deeper in screams never heard.
Listen well all you boys and girls.
Of a sad tale, storm full of whirls.
One day he broke down in tears.
All invisible to the ears and the eyes.
No one to confide, it’s hopeless.
A fight deep inside he would answer now.
He’s faithless with broken dreams.
His knife to the skin maybe relieve the pain.
Not for long, he’s dying inside.
He’s bleeding away hoping someone will save him one time.
That one time was his last time.
And the next day no one would see him again.
There’s a sad, sad story,
Told by many, of a boy named Danny.