He never sees himself the way that I see him.
He doesn’t know that he can be more than I am.
He settles for less and never works for more.
Oh how I wish that the boy knew how to be a man.

I look back on our lives and things were alright.
I remember the days when he would tell me how he feels.
I wish for the times when he was more than just fine.
I remember when a fight was no big deal.

And I want to hold life in my hands,
Walk with my bare feet on the sand,
Feel the rain wash down on my skin,
I want to know what it feels like to be what I can.

He never wants to choose for himself.
He never dares to fight the flow.
He never does anything on his own.
He’d rather lean on them than let himself grow.

Why must we walk in the dark,
When we were born to light up the sky?
What’s the point in being able to feel,
If you never reach out to try?

And I want to hold life in my hands,
Walk with my bare feet on the sand,
Feel the rain wash down on my skin,
I want to know what it feels like to be what I can.

He doesn’t know that I love him.
He can’t see how much I care.
He won’t let himself dream of being larger than life.
He tries to hide it, but I know he’s scared.

He never sees himself the way that I see him.
He doesn’t know that he can be more than I am.
He settles for less and never works for more.
Oh how I wish that the boy knew how to be a man.