Little boy with a heart of gold
Your scars forever nigh have told
Malicious deeds that none should know
They’ll never take your heart of gold

May angels guide your feet, little boy,
Towards the peace you truly seek –
High proof to ease the pain
Won’t heal your wounds this way

Little girl with a heart of gold
Your smile, for long, has not been shown
Don’t listen to the jokes they’ve told
They’ll never hold the weight of gold

May angels guide your feet, little girl,
Towards the peace you truly seek –
Lined skin and reddened blades
Won’t heal your wounds this way

May angels guide you there
Godspeed in getting there

May angels guide your feet, little one,
Towards the peace you truly seek:
Unfairly given scars
Don’t make you who you are

I’m sorry for the pain I gave
I’m ashamed I made you feel this way
I’d take your scars and wounds away
If I could rewrite yesterday

Lyrics by Darin Keim, Music by Staple

Behind the Song:
"This song means a lot to me personally because I was on both ends of it. Through words and actions, there were many times I caused others pain or experienced it myself because of things I did or they did to me. It’s classic high school life. Kids’ hearts are crushed, as everyone wants to exploit others who are lower on the social totem pole. The victims are left so depressed that they resort to harmful coping mechanisms.

“Lined skin and reddened blades won’t heal your wounds this way.”

There was one kid in particular that everyone, myself included, demeaned. He always seemed to take it, though he’d do nothing in return. I often thought to myself (and still do) that this kid is a bigger man than I. Shame and respect were often mingled in my thoughts when I saw him." - Darin Keim (Staple)