Song: The Circle We Form.

[cadhla]

A little boy chases a boat through a storm;
There's no way that we could have known.
Give evil a name and you give it a form.
We plant, and we reap what we've sown.

A little boy runs down the road in the rain;
We can't change the journey he's on.
A moment of loss and a lifetime of pain.
A moment, and everything's gone.

And there in the cold stretching out like the Arctic
The ghost of a little boy judges and blames,
And parents forget that the living need loving,
And those who survive have to shoulder their shames.

And there in the leaves of the thrown-away jungle,
The lost and the living must try to unite,
For hope can remain in the strangest of places,
And even the lost can remember the light.

        I am saying goodbye to the daylight;
        I am heading out into the black.
        I am keeping the promise I gave them,
        And I know that I might not come back.

I know that all children grow older;
        I know that all stories must end.
        But I have to believe that we're stronger
        In the circle we form with our friends.

A little boy mourns for a little boy lost
While voices drift out of the dark.
The summertime sun never touches the frost...
But all that it takes is a spark.

A little boy turns and a little boy stands;
There's more here to win than to lose.
We own what we build with our hearts and our hands.
There's some fights that we can't refuse.

And there in places I see when I'm dreaming,
The ghosts of the children we were linger still,
And I see them standing like heroes or angels,
Bound fast by a quest that they had to fulfill.

And here in my stronghold of age and of distance,
I hear the phone ringing and calling me back.
We all gave our word, and I fear that it's binding.
I'm leaving the blue, heading into the black.

I am saying goodbye to the daylight;
        I am heading out into the black.
        I am keeping the promise I gave them,
        And I know that I might not come back.

I know that all children grow older;
        I know that all stories must end.
        But I have to believe that we're stronger
        In the circle we form with our friends.

A little boy lived -- can magic strike twice?
Can the circle we swore upon hold?
To stand in the light, we must all pay a price,
And pray that our story gets told.

And down in the darkness where lost children wait
A newspaper boat sails a course to the sea,
And we have a chance, and our choice has been made;
I love you so much. This is how we break free.

I am saying goodbye to the daylight;
        I am heading out into the black.
        I am keeping the promise I gave them,
        And I know that I might not come back.

I know that all children grow older;
        I know that all stories must end.
        But I have to believe that we're stronger
        In the circle we form with our friends.

I know that all children grow older;
I know that all stories must end.
But I have to believe that we're stronger
In the circle we form with our friends.