He is two years past his teenage years
Nothing can stop him,
no one can defeat him
Wakes up as a new man, with confidence
and stomach filled with Mom's cooking
Go upstairs again to play with the machine.
Five, six, seven hours he spends everyday.
Eat for nothing, play with no one
Sometimes he blowsout, blame it all to himself,
to us, to God.
We could only pray, wait patiently
about what he is going to do next
He is two years past his teenage years
Nothing can stop him,
no one can defeat him...
