A Boy Beneath the London Sky

A quiet voice before a closing door.

They called him trouble, called him wrong,
But he was only small and strong.

Oh, little boy beneath the London sky,
How many tears must fall before you rise?
Through every shadow, every street,
You keep the kindness they cannot defeat.

The world may turn its face away,
But hope can live another day.

The Artful Dodger knew the streets,
Where Fagin taught the boys to steal and cheat.
A thousand faces, a thousand lies,
A city full of hungry eyes.

But innocence cannot understand
The cruel designs of another man's hand.

Then Nancy saw the child alone,
And recognized a heart like her own.
She knew the danger, knew the cost,
Yet tried to save what might be lost.

One final act, one final stand,
A gentle heart against a cruel man's hand.

Oh, little boy beneath the London sky,
How many tears must fall before you rise?
Through every shadow, every street,
You keep the kindness they cannot defeat.

Somewhere beyond the darkest night,
A door opens, a candle lights.
A hand reaches where others turned,
And a little hope is finally earned.

Oh, little boy, let the morning rise,
Let kindness find your wondering eyes.
You were never what they called you then,
You were a child, and you were human.

The streets grow quiet, the rain moves on,
A boy walks toward a brighter dawn.