This was written for River Phoenix |
Little boy lost alone in the world Gazing at Hollywood’s lights with wonder. His eyes shine with each passing glance While his heart beats loud like thunder He waltzes through life, one screen at a time Developing into more of a star His innocence becomes lost with the pressure And soon he will have gone too far. Little boy lost, alone at night, His dark thoughts turning into convictions. A question, a choice, a chance to say no But the “one times" turn into addictions. Life becomes a chore, harder with each step As he starts to dread each new day. He delights in life as a child of the night, The times where his demons come out to play. Little boy lost looks in the mirror Alone in front of a bathroom sink His weaknesses stare at him for what seems like forever, And he lets them in without stopping to think. He comes out of solitude and into the party, Eyes unfocused, hands shaking, a tragic sight. He stumbles out by the care of his friends Who can tell something is not right. Little Boy lost lays on the ground On the corner of a busy street. His body thrashes around, his eyes closed, Signs of the possession almost complete. The heart stops, the pulse slows, the blood freezes, Our star has fallen, our hero is dead. Never again will his face be seen For the glory of his life has fled. Little boy lost, floating among the stars Like an angel with his glorious wings. He knows no despair, he knows no pain, None of life’s unpleasant things. Back on earth, his devoted followers cry. He has left them all in pain. For without the presence of their idol, The world will never be the same. |