I don't believe you ever could be So like those men around you. So hungry. I don't believe you ever think about it But you remember words like they were more than music. I don't believe you could ever be that way Addicted to the pleasure, the things that people say. I wrote this poem for you on your birthday, Your mother read the poem And said it couldn't be you Nothing so beautiful Could come from something I made. I don't believe you. I don't believe you You hear your mother cry I wish that I could die I wish that you would die too So I could play outside I could be free with you. I don't believe you. I don't believe you need to think about it But you remember words like they were more than music. You hear the words I'm speaking as more than poetry.