Saturday morning's paper before me   All is laid out in black and white   One little story lost on the last page   Told of a Charlie Anyboy      Charlie was only nine in the story   Lived in suburban Anywhere   Parents ignored him, oh but adored him   So read the life of Anyboy      Late winter morning, outside they're playing   Break from the daily write 'n read   Charlie was off from the others with Billy   Friends since the start of second grade      Billy showed Charlie a toy that was heavy   One he hoped daddy would not see   Neither had seen one quite of this caliber   Only in cop shows on TV      What a frozen day for the boys to play   Such a stillness in the air   And the sun didn't shine on that kid, barely nine   Was he chosen?   It's not fair      Twelve o'clock sound rang out in the playground   Telling the kids to run inside   Everyone scattered, which way didn't matter   As Charlie stumbled and fell behind      Charlie lay silent, peace was beside him   Children looked on in disbelief   They hadn't seen such a sight of this caliber   Only in cop shows on TV      What a frozen day for the boys to play   Such a stillness in the air   And the sun didn't shine on that kid, barely nine   Was he chosen?   It's not fair      How my heart is filled with a permanent chill   As I think of Charlie lying there   Someone's son, barely nine   How it could have been mine   I'm so tired of the same cold stories      I don't think Mother Nature intended   For Charlie to leave the world today   I don't think Mother Nature intended   For Charlie to leave the world this way