Thursday, February 22, 2007

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