It's alright give him room
His chance to peel back
Don't hold tight it's not doom
His chance to reel back his mind
To see what he can find
Will he find the truth?
Will he find anything with use?
Just back up and he won't shout
He'll slowly let all of these things out
He'll tell the tale of all that ailed him, no one held him
He'll find a way to take what he put away and let it out and mourn, let it out and mourn
Can you see his visage so strange all God arranged
It won't hurt it will bring joy to all of this little boy
He won't count the days of what and could, should never be saved