The Boy Who Lived


Here’s a tale about a Boy Who Lived
Raised a Muggle, always struggling
His parents died; he was left with a scar
By the evil Lord Voldemort

And all these years he’s been wondering why
He’s the one to make the sacrifice
But when he sleeps at night he knows
That he can never go home

He’s the one they call Harry Potter
Lightning scar and hair like his father’s
With a task only he can do
He’ll keep fighting ’til the fighting’s through

Years went by and he felt out of place
Until the day he turned a certain age
He was taken to a school where he
Would become a hero naturally

And all these years he’s been wondering why
He’s the one to make the sacrifice
But when he sleeps at night he knows
He can never go home

He’s the one they call Harry Potter
Lightning scar and hair like his father’s
With a task only he can do
He’ll keep fighting ’til the fighting’s through

Aboard the train he met a boy named Ron
He knew he’d met someone that he could count on
There was Hermione with all of her smarts
They would discover mysteries of the Dark Arts

And all these years he’s been wondering why
He’s the one to make the sacrifice
But when he sleeps at night he knows
He can never go home

He’s the one the call Harry Potter
Lighting scar and hair like his father’s
With a task only he can do
He’ll keep fighting ’til the fighting’s through

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