I know a tale about a boy named Fil
Who learn to always follow through his heart
But if you think his life is made of wins
The maker of this boy is not so smart

He lives with his uncle who treats him wrong
And punish him for things that shouldn’t be

But ask poor Fil to kindly sing a song
And he will sing a tune so merrily

Some days he sits out on a starry night
And look up at his favorite shining star
He knows that everything will be alright
But he will have to wait for it is far


But now he knows there’s no time left to wait
The path he walks from now on will be straight