Life was always hard for our boy of cardboard
Nothing is easy when your soft and fragile

His frail body torn and gored
His moods weak and all too agile

Water ran down his cheeks
Making his body fall apart

Like slow, sad falling creeks
To get dry, that was the start

But life is hard
When your are soft
And made of cardboard

So, no-one knows what is stored
For our litte boy of cardboard

His future may lie down the road
For there is all he ever owed

Down the rainy path he'll walk
Pass all but no-one will talk

For no-one notices a small boy
Made from cardboard like a toy

He starts to feel all ever felt
As his frail body starts to melt

Light

Light in the horizon shines
Filling out all the lines

There is still hope for our boy
He may yet prove not to be



Just a toy