I was a child in a man's world
Finding adventure in the forefront of reality
I called a camp a farm,
But a doctor chose to peel potatoes
I called prison clothes pajamas
But a boy like me was there
No one could answer my questions,
So they gave me a book I couldn't read
I found a ghost behind the wire, and made him my friend
But chose to call him an enemy that didn't exist
So I wore his pajamas to mend the blow,
Dug under his fence to prove my father never threw one
I held his hand through towering walls in the dark,
the heat dropping down the shower.
We found his father in the ashes,
The adventure ending,
When I knew why the smoke smelt so bad