Sander Owen Boy
When I was young
And I was poor
No one wanted me
There were no open doors
All the girls
They were running around
Seeking mister charming
But I was not the one
But in those days
I stood my ground
I never owed a single cent to anyone
I was free
I had my plans and dreams
But where did that boy go
I had few friends
No reputation
No guarantees
Few good relations
Abandoning his mission
Turning cash into trash
Behind bars of shaded truths
Is where I found him at last
And all that was left when he died
Was just another guy
He couldn't have grown old
I heard he sold his soul
He sure never won no gold
So where did that boy go
