Wayward the boy,
young lad, he.
Wayward the boy,
the boy was me.
Called a "Rowdy",
by some, when in town.
In reality, he was shy,
his pride not found.
Growing into life,
his maturity rose,
now he is known,
for his posture and poise.
Wayward the boy,
young lad, he.
Wayward the boy,
the boy was me.
Called a "Rowdy",
by some, when in town.
In reality, he was shy,
his pride not found.
Growing into life,
his maturity rose,
now he is known,
for his posture and poise.