The Common Man Project - Small Boy Lyrics

The large crowd seemed small floating on the open field
I saw their heads their shoulders then their children as we rose upon the hill
I wondered who to ask and who might know where a small boy might go to play
On such a breezy day

Maybe off to Pooh Corner by one
To be there with God's own son
Green grass cool upon his feet
The true treasures of life are reserved for the meek

But there's a tugging guilt and questioned sin
What might be and what has been
Are taken taken on the breeze
Whisperings of blue sliding o're the new green leaves

And selfishly I wonder what I might have seen
If he'd lived to love and learn and had the time to dream
Well-meaning people I hear say you can have another the same way
Please let this boy have his day

Tears of fear and tears of joy
Tears shed for his lonesome toys
Are taken taken on the breeze
Wistful unseen muse dancing among the trees

And as we turned to walk away
Felt our small boy slip away taken gently on the breeze