Other Alexander

He sat there on the tree line
The lookout of the prairie
Apart from us, the merry
Alone and wan before Mary, he sits

The bully boy who makes his night
On every day this week his own to ride on
Now he feels disconsolate
A pure despair that went from head- to heart-ache

So why become the minder
For other Alexander?
The boy who's horrid sometimes
And when he's not, he's sulking, again

The bully boy who makes his night
On every day this week his own to ride on
Now he feels disconsolate
A pure despair that went from head- to heart-ache



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Jackson, Dominique Finnegan, Adam Collins
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