The boy came home lou on his

The Boy Came Home
The Lou On His Mind
Forgot To Miss The Plane
Until It Learned To Find
That I Was Afraid, Afraid To Go Home.
That I Was Afraid, Afraid To Go Home.
Sat On The Plane.
Wishin And Dreamin.
That I Would Meet The Bird.
That I-‘m Really Like.
But Still, I Was Afraid To Go Home.
No Talk In The House
Gods All Over The Space
Debating Which Way And How
How To Get Me Out This Place.
But One Item To Check
Drive Down The Boulevard
Just Across The Street
And Meet The Bird Over A Bubbly.
A Friend Like A Bird
Is Always A Chore
But In The End,
She Must Be Free To Soar