Once a little boy looked up to his daddy,
because he was his hero like the astronauts.
He would be the cowboy and daddy the horse,
and he would ride like in a rodeo;
they played and wrestled together,
and did all the things fathers and sons do.

Once a little boy looked up to his mother,
because she was his protector and friend.
She took care of him when daddy was gone,
and read to him every night;
they sang and laughed together,
and did all the things mothers and sons do.

Once a little boy looked up to his brother,
because he was there when mommy was sick.
They looked out for each other when they were alone,
and played games to forget the pain;
they joked and played,
and did all the things good brothers should do.

Once a little boy had a friend he looked up to,
because he was there when the others were gone.
They played Let's Pretend to escape from reality,
since it hurt so much to remember;
they smiled and pretended,
and did all the things normal boys might do.

Once a little boy's friend left,
leaving him with nobody to look up to.
His grandma said he was a mistake,
and his uncle hit him;
he had put on his facade,
and did all the things he was supposed to do.

Once a little boy pulled a knife out of the drawer,
and held it tight against his throat.
He tried his hardest to be a good little boy,
but nobody wanted him;
he closed his eyes and cried,
because he knew what he had to do.