I knew a boy once, when I was small A tow-head blond, with eyes of salt
He played the drum in the marching band His parents cared more about the Bible
Than being good to their own child He wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad
And somehow, we fell out of touch Hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush
Don't know if I'll see you again someday But if you're out there, I hope that you're OK
My middle school friend grew up alone She raised her brothers on her own
Her parents hated who she loved She couldn't wait to go to college
She was tired 'cause she was brought Into a world where family was merely blood
Does she know how proud I am she was created
With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred
We don't talk much but I just gotta say "I miss you, and I hope that you're OK."
Address the letters, to the holes in my butterfly wings
Nothing's forever, nothing's as good as it seems And when the clouds won't iron out
And the monsters creep into your house And every door is hard to close
Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created
With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred
God, I hope that you're happier today 'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're OK