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He’s
just a young boy out in the yard,
He lies on the grass, looking up at the stars,
Dreaming of spaceships and going to Mars,
He can never go home again.
He hikes
through the woods and hunts for frogs,
Catching them there at the old mill pond,
Where all things are right and nothing is wrong,
He can never go home again.
He meets
a young girl when he is older,
And hand in hand they run through the clover,
He kisses her lips and caresses her shoulder,
He can never go home again.
Her
father finds out and makes a scene,
The boy lashes back and the girl starts to
scream,
Now her father is dead; no it isn’t a
dream,
He can never go home again.
In a
six-by-ten cell he remembers the day,
And wonders just how it could happen that way,
For the rest of his life it is here he will stay,
He can never go home again.
Now he
lies on his bunk looking out at the bars,
His life had such promise but didn’t get
far,
He’ll no longer hunt frogs or look at the
stars,
For he’ll never go home again.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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