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*Innocent Eyes*

The little boy is born unknown.
To live his life cold and alone.
Momma's too busy workin'.
Daddy's too busy drinkin'.
But little boy just sits there thinkin'.
Thinks of memories of life that's passed.
Thinks of times he's been harassed.
"Daddy beats ya, doesn't he?"
"Momma's there, can't she see?"
"Daddy don't beat me, he's jes mean."
Little boy's seen the violence and rage.
But he wants to get away, to turn the page.
Innocent eyes fall to the floor,
Daddy hit Momma once more,
There he goes, out the door.
Little boy knows how to act,
His heart and mind, they made a pact.