Little Voice in a Great Big Choir
You start to grow up
You grow up together
You think that honestly you've known him forever
But then it hits
Like a wave, a tsunami, some might say
Sweeps you off your feet in its powerful sway
The boy you knew, yeah, he's gone
In his place there is a buck where there was a fawn
A buck that likes drinking and smoking and girls
And like that wave your vision swirls
Around and around and around again
As your conscious mind goes down the drain
But that little voice in the great big choir that is his head says to put the bottle down, put the cigarette out
To come back to the light, to end the drought
That is left in the wake of these poor life decisions
It says "Hey you, it's time for revisions"
You know he needs to listen
But he puts it off
Saying he can handle it
And shrugs it off with a scoff
You cry as his life crumbles into despair
As he seems to say, "It's not hip to be square ."
But no, you say, this is all in my head
Then why, you ask, does it give me such dread?
And the little voice in the great big choir that is your head says that there is hope whether you see it or not
He isn't as far gone as you thought
It's not you that can change him, only he can do that
It's not like he can change at the drop of a hat