You’re a beautiful boy,
With all your little toys,
Your eyes have seen the world
Though you’re only four years old.
And your tears are streaming
Even when you’re smiling,
Please, never be afraid to cry.
You’re a beautiful boy,
With all your little ploys,
Your mind has changed the world.
And you’re now forty years old,
You got all you can carry
And still feel somehow empty.
Don’t ever be afraid to fly.
All you beautiful boys,
Creating multiple plays.
You like to fence in your world
And settle down when you’re old.
You can run from pole to pole
And never scratch your soul.
Don’t be afraid to go to hell and back,
Don’t be afraid to go to hell and back,
Don’t be afraid to be afraid.
