• a little boy lost and sad, always saying being lonely ain't so bad.
    wandering the streets of the dark and damp city, people people look upon the boy with pity.
    the little boy has no real home, always so sad and alone.
    no friends, no family, just a dirty, torn, and ragged stuffed bear.
    so unclean and so unfair, people always seem to stop and stare.
    the winds blow across the boys face in the bitter winter storm.
    this the time the boy know the is the last time 'cause there is no place warm in the bitter winter storm.
    the little boy has no real home, so cold now and alone.
    a little boy lost in the snow, with no place left to go.
    before he reaches a place he can happily call home, where he is no longer alone.
    before he he closes his eyes and goes to sleep, he whispers his last and final words...
    i am a little boy lost and sad, being lonely ain't so bad.