Charlie Anyboy

Saturday morning's paper before me
 All is laid out in black and white
 One little story lost on the last page
 Told of a Charlie Anyboy
 Charlie was only nine in the story
 Lived in suburban anywhere
 Parents ignored him, oh but adored him
 So read the life of Anyboy
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 Late winter morning, outside they're playing
 Break from the daily write 'n read
 Charlie was off from the others with Billy
 Friends since the start of second grade
 Billy showed Charlie a toy that was heavy
 One he hoped daddy would not see
 Neither had seen one quite of this caliber
 Only in cop shows on TV
 What a frozen day for the boys to play
 Such a stillness in the air
 And the sun didn't shine on that kid, barely nine
 Was he chosen? It's not fair
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 Twelve o'clock sound rang out in the playground
 Telling the kids to run inside
 Everyone scattered, which way didn't matter
 As Charlie stumbled and fell behind
 Charlie lay silent, peace was beside him
 Children looked on in disbelief
 They hadn't seen such a sight of this caliber
 Only in cop shows on TV
 What a frozen day for the boys to play
 Such a stillness in the air
 And the sun didn't shine on that kid, barely nine
 Was he chosen? It's not fair
 How my heart is filled with a permanent chill
 As I think of Charlie lying there
 Someone's son, barely nine
 How it could have been mine
 I'm so tired of the same cold stories
 I don't think mother nature intended
 For Charlie to leave the world today
 I don't think mother nature intended
 For Charlie to leave the world this way