Until Your Soul is Sold

Charlie, Charlie,
Do you even know your name?
I keep calling you, Charlie, I swear,
But no answer, the same.

Not even a small laugh
Or a panicked, shrieking cry,
And your tear stained cheeks
Make it hard to say goodbye.

Charlie, Charlie,
Why do you cry?
I'm sitting right here, Charlie;
I'm not going to die.

Your bright blue eyes
Keep calling to me
Your innocent eyes,
They want me to see.

Your view of the world
must be amazing to see
Everything is so big,
As interesting as can be.

Colors are everywhere
And I guess that's why,
Whenever you see me
All you can do is cry.

Charlie, Charlie,
I know that I'm dull
And I'm always around,
But sometimes, Charlie, you smile.

And I wonder, could it be
Because you like me, too?
And I'm not just a nuisance
that always bothers you?

Or maybe it's 'cuz you know
That I'll be around for a while,
And I know that growing up
In this world is tactile.

But Charlie, Charlie
I want you to know,
That I'll be there for you, Charlie
Until your soul is sold.