Boy at The Window

She was wearing shocking pink and jewelry of gold
 Papa said son isn't she fine
 Knew he would be out all night
 Though son is only 9 years old
 This is how he's forced to spend his time
 Looking out window into someone else's home
 Watching mother, father, child at play
 Wishing he could be a part but it's
 Too hard to forget he's alone
 A typical day
 The boy at the window
 One more forgotten son
 Ah, looking to the corner
 To see what he'll become
 The boy at the window
 If he's still sitting there
 Are you even gonna care
 Papa always tells his son
 Keep sitting at our window
 Don't end up like me, watch from above
 You can't go wrong
 More and more son's thinking
 Won't be too far but I must go in his eyes
 The corner is the only place he can belong
 Son isn't smart enough to see it
 Won't make him somebody
 But it's better than living with
 The hypocrisies above
 No more smelling ho's and liquor
 On the breath of daddy
 Rather smell it from the breath of
 Brothers he don't know or love
 Remember when the boy was
 Young and untouched
 Happy with his window view
 But look it's not enough
 His dreams are in the gutter
 And now he's just a number
 All because he wanted to belong
 All because he wanted to belong
 So he learned to play the role
 Of hustler with no feeling
 Thinking, "They'll accept me if I prove that I'm real hard"
 Now he's learning firsthand of the word and it's true meaning
 The window he looks out of now
 Includes iron without bars
 The boy at the window
 One more forgotten son
 Ah, he looked to the corner
 And guess what he's become
 The boy is at the window
 If he's still sitting there
 Are you even gonna care