There is little boy who dwells inside of me,
and uses my eyes to see the world that I no longer see.
What I see is nothing new it’s just the same old thing.
But what he sees is a wonderful place and he its wonderful king
He lives his life all full of fun and leaps at every chance.
When music plays he stops the work and takes the time to dance.
At the end of day when I am tired and lay in bed at night,
The little boy sings and cartwheels away until the coming light.
He is that constant reminder of the child I used to be,
But when I look for him in the mirror all I see is me.
When the weight of the world gets heavy and drives me to my knees
I hear the laughter of that boy and my pain begins to ease.
The little boy reminds me of every dream I’ve ever had
He sweetly whispers them in my ear and drives away the sad
My little boy is unburdened with my broken heart
So when opportunity is presented he runs to get a start
He glides with wings of hope never weighted down with fear
He will never let me give up thank god that he is here.
Gryphen
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