Never in the field of human affection had so much been given for do few attention
Never in the field of human affection had so much been given for so few attention
Winston Boy
Oh!
There he is
Wasting no time, packing.
Alone
You could mistake the sounds of a clock ticking for a cricket cricketing when around him.
But I swear!
No body knows what's on this boys mind,
Nobody sees what he's been picturing.
(He moans)
''We all make a living by what we get,
but we make life by what we give.
In some special circumstance,
this special circumstance,
Winston Boy will have to earn a living before he-earns-enough-living to give''
'Where is your family,
Where are your love ones?',someone uttered, whilst-he-went-on-crossing the channel
'Well they say no man can be a prophet in his own country-and-so I left and here I am
Come on embrace me!
I am your brother!
Now Whilst he kept on talking,
In his left pocket laid the prose of the magnificent Orwell,
His right hand embraced a battered guitar borrowed,
'borrowed from me!'
Come to think about it, i think a few days ago I heard him talk about how God-blessed-an-eagle-with-54-stars.
And so maybe he's gone, he's gone wondering around looking for his kind of star
But even stars
if we think about, even beautiful stars
They tend to shoot through the night and you will never find them again!
Never and never and never again!
And so don't you judge Winston Boy, don't you ever judge Winston boy
Cause one day this boy might be the man
Though clearly nobody knows when nor how
One day this boy will stand in front of a pulpit as the world gives him but a minute
And there he will tell the world where he's been and how
Underground to upper ground in the depths of I will surely survive
He shares his story with a cup of tear streaming from his eyes
One day this boy will be fine
One day this boy will be fine
So you better watch out now that day might be today!
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