Track 4 There was a little boy

Track 4

There was a little boy, such a good little boy;

And they sent him off to war, but it wasn’t far, and

it wasn’t fair.

The senseless, bloody battles were being fought right there—

Precisely in his neighborhood.

He was such a little boy, a good little boy;

By five, a veteran of war; the suburbs were far; at seven

he did not dare

Not join the gang, the other boys and girls who were fighting there—

His sisters and brothers in the ‘hood.

He was such a little boy, such a good little boy;

The blind, they see only so far—expensive toys, fancy cars—so few inside

seem to truly care enough

To join the boy—now a grown-up man—who even now is fighting there…

To try and resurrect his neighborhood.