[Intro – Soft piano, distant violin] Somewhere beneath my broken dreams, A little boy still lives in me. He holds a candle in the dark, And calls its trembling flame a heart. [Verse 1] There's a little joy inside my soul, Fighting armies he cannot control. Every time he lifts his head, A sniper's bullet flies overhead. He runs beneath the walls of fear, Where no one sees him disappear. And when the world forgets his name, He breaks the dishes, screams in vain. But morning comes, the anger dies, He folds his dreams and closes his eyes. And no one hears his whispered plea: "Is there still room in you for me?" [Pre-Chorus – Tender, rising strings] He doesn't want a crown of gold, Or all the wonders life can hold. Just one warm hand, one patch of sky, A little sunlight in his eyes. [Chorus – Emotional, soaring melody] Oh, little joy, don't go away, I know you've waited all these days. I know the world has been unkind, And left you somewhere far behind. Oh, little joy, come take my hand, We'll find a place beyond this land. Where guns are silent, flowers grow, And broken rivers learn to flow. Oh, little joy, please stay with me, You're all that's left of who I'd be. [Verse 2 – Acoustic guitar and cello] He dreamed of sunlight on his face, A gentle kiss, a warm embrace. To sleep beneath a peaceful moon, And wake to hear a morning tune. But years went by like winter rain, And every spring returned in vain. His little river, once so bright, Was turning slowly into white. Then one cold night, behind a wall, He heard another lonely call. A little stranger, dressed like him, Was sitting where the lights grew dim. [Verse 3 – Music becomes darker] They spoke of years they couldn't save, Of dreams they'd buried in a grave. He thought, "At last, I'm not alone, Another heart has found my home." He laughed for just a little while, The first time in a thousand miles. But then the stranger changed his face, And all the warmth had left the place. He wore the uniform of grief, Disguised as friendship and relief. And with a knife beneath his coat, He cut the song inside his throat. [Chorus – More intense, restrained percussion] Oh, little joy, don't go away, I know you've waited all these days. I know the world has been unkind, And left you somewhere far behind. Oh, little joy, come take my hand, We'll find a place beyond this land. Where guns are silent, flowers grow, And broken rivers learn to flow. Oh, little joy, please stay with me, You're all that's left of who I'd be. [Bridge – Almost whispered, solo piano] And when I wake with burning eyes, They ask me why a grown man cries. How can I tell them what I've seen? A little child who lived in me. He never asked for much at all, Just someone there to catch his fall. And though his river nearly dried, One silver drop remained inside. [Final Chorus – Warm, hopeful orchestral lift] Oh, little joy, I hear you now, I'll find a way, I don't know how. I'll lift you from that battlefield, And hold the wounds that never healed. Oh, little joy, the night is long, But you were never meant for war. And if one drop of you remains, We'll plant a garden in the rain. [Outro – Solo violin, fading piano] Somewhere beneath my weary skin, A little river flows within. And if the sun should rise once more, I'll leave my heart an open door. Little joy… Come home to me. Come home to me…
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