What’s a boy supposed to see
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When he’s staring in the mirror at 13
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Where’s the man that he wants to be
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He must be hiding behind the lies that he’s too weak
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I was there when they pushed you down
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Wiped the blood from your knees when you got up off the ground
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No one ever knew you the way I did
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They never saw the man you’d be
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When they laughed at the awkward kid
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No on else believed that you could fly
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They couldn’t see the man you’d be
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But it’s wonderful to watch you rise
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What could make a child a man (help him understand)
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When he’s looking at the scars that mar his gentle hands
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Where’s the mercy that he needs
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It must be hiding behind the pain that they can’t speak
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(It must be hiding behind the cut that makes them bleed)
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I was there when they pushed you down
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Wiped the blood from your knees when you got up off the ground
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I was there when they crowned you king
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Wiped the blood from your feet when you hung from the tree
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No one ever knew you the way I did
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They never saw you in the child
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As they laughed at his awkwardness
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No one else believed that you could fly
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They couldn’t see the man you’d be
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But it’s wonderful to watch you rise
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Rise
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| Building 429 |
