Michael کے بول

Michael was no normal boy When we used to play with toys Now he would laugh and run about No one really had a doubt 'Cause when you have that devil on your shoulder You do the classroom tinkle when he told you It's a funny old world for Michael We should help him whenever we can You know we ought to lend a hand to Michael He doesn't know what he's got He doesn't know what he's got We could help him but he never wants any help So I keep it to myself I made my way to Footherly Past the giant Alder tree An unexpected sight I see Young Michael sobbing quietly And I don't know if Michael could see me But his eyes seemed to puncture right through And for all of the times that we teased him I wish I could be in Michael's shoes 'Cause I don't want him to cry no more And it's a funny old world for Michael We should help him whenever we can You know we ought to let a hand to Michael He doesn't know what he's got, no He doesn't know what he's got We could help him but he never wants any help So I keep it to myself