There’s a boy who lived inside a shell.
A lonely boy lived in a shell.
He wouldn’t come out
and refused to find out
what existed outside of his cell.
All he wanted to do was scream out.
He was trying to let a scream out,
but it shrivelled and died
so he held it inside
and he fed the dead scream to his doubt.
The walls of his shell are so strong.
The lonely boy’s shell is so strong.
He’ll keep punching the sides
of the place that he hides
but it’s not the place where he belongs.
The lonely boy wanted to cry.
He felt he had tears he could cry.
But men don’t cry tears,
they swallow their fears
so the lonely boy kept them inside.
Deep in the lonely boy’s shell;
Stone silence and pain made his shell.
He was put there by shame
and continuous blame
now he thinks he is stuck in this hell.
The lonely boy wants to be loved.
All he wants is to feel that he’s loved.
He is waiting his turn
for somebody to burn
down the shell and turn it in to rust.
The lonely boy’s finally free.
The shell’s finally letting him be.
He walked out on his own
and has found a new home
in the high growing boughs of a tree.
And how did the boy win the war?
Did the love come that he had wished for?
It was love for himself
for you must love yourself
before wishing for anything more.
So the lonely boy lives in a tree
he is making his home in a tree.
And now he’s so high
he can talk to the sky
and she’ll love him soon, just wait and see.