There's a boy that walks behind the face of a man,
Every step he takes is on shifting sand;
The dreams that once he'd sail like boats
Are all beached or badly broken.

There's a boy that walks behind the face of a man
Once the strings were gathered in his hand;
But now the strings seem to be working loose
And a noose is the shape they're forming.

There's a boy that walks behind the face of a man
The sun used to shine through the songs he sang;
But now he's forgotten all the words he used
To make the noose a shadow.

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