Poor boy with nothing but a mouse in his pocket and a matchstick in his hand,
Passing through the faceless ages, unchanging.
Time had its chance to hurt you,
But that was before I came.
And now that I have you,
I refuse to give you back…

It wasn’t supposed to be this way,
He never really meant to stay.
And I don’t know how else to say,
It was all the price he had to pay…

Wondering amongst the crowd,
Forgive me and let me save you.
This isn’t the way for the life you lead.
I hope you can learn to trust me.

Broken from the era,
Dreaming of a better day.
When life won’t be shunned in the gutter,
Washed away for no more eyes to see.