I knew a boy once, when I was smallA tow-head blond, with eyes of saltHe played the drum in the marching bandHis parents cared more about the BibleThan being good to their own childHe wore long sleeves 'cause of his dadAnd somehow, we fell out of touchHope he took his bad deal and made a royal flushDon't know if I'll see you again somedayBut if you're out there, I hope that you're OKMy middle school friend grew up aloneShe raised her brothers on her ownHer parents hated who she lovedShe couldn't wait to go to collegeShe was tired 'cause she was broughtInto a world where family was merely bloodDoes she know how proud I am she was createdWith the courage to unlearn all of their hatredWe don't talk much but I just gotta say"I miss you, and I hope that you're OK."Address the letters, to the holes in my butterfly wingsNothing's forever, nothing's as good as it seemsAnd when the clouds won't iron outAnd the monsters creep into your houseAnd every door is hard to closeWell, I hope you know how proud I am you were createdWith the courage to unlearn all of their hatredGod, I hope that you're happier today'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're OK