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Matthew Temple: Music

A Child

(Matthew Temple)
November 26, 2006
Matthew Temple

I was in New York back in 1970 and I saw the saddest thing. A little boy was sitting on his porch, all dressed up, a hand full of balloons and tears staining his cheeks. I stopped to ask him what was wrong and he told me it was his birthday and his mom had invited all the kids from his class over for a party, but no one had come.

A Child

Words and Music by Matthew Temple

 

Are you sad, tell me why

Perhaps I to would like to cry

I can’t seem to smile when I see a child this way

It hurts me so to watch you sitting on the sidewalk all alone

With nowhere to go but not wantin’ to go home

 

So there you stay playin’ football or hopscotch in your mind

Doing anything to help you pass the time

 

Can’t you see little boy when I was young

I sat alone and played games meant for two

When there was only one

I have cried the many tears you cry today

I fear that’s a hurt that will never pass away

 

Did you go down to the park today to watch the children play

Pretending that a friend had asked if you would stay

When the chose up teams for baseball did they wait till last to call your name

I remember being treated very much the same

 

Can’t you see little boy when I was young

I sat alone and played games meant for two

When there was only one

I have cried the many tears you cry today

The cruelty of children will never pass away

 

Are you sad, tell me why

Perhaps I to would like to cry

I can’t seem to smile when I see a child this way

It hurts me so to watch you sitting on the sidewalk all alone

With nowhere to go but not wantin’ to go home

 

© Matthew Temple 1970