Few things rival laughter
Save maybe joy
The kind I was after
When I was a boy
A run through the wood
Catching rain on my tongue
Writing down words
To songs yet unsung
I'd lie on my back
To ask and to wonder
All fears did I lack
With no mask to hide under
I laughed and I cried
I lived wild and free
But then something died
The child inside me
And tonight I will bask
In tears with no shame
As I take off the mask
With no one to blame
Take a look in the mirror
And find there true joy
Tho blurred by a tear
Of a full grown boy
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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