Just a boy

 He stands at the plate with his heart pounding fast, 
The bases are loaded,
The die has been cast, 
Mom and Dad cannot help him, 
He stands alone.
A hit at this moment would send the team home.

The ball nears the plate, 
He swings and he misses, 
There's a groan from the crowd with some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries, "Strike out the Bum."
Tears fill his eyes; 
The game's no longer fun, 
Remember, he's just a little boy who stands alone.

So open your heart and give him a break, 
For it's moments like this a man you can make, 
Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget, 
He's just a little boy and not a man yet.