Author's Note: This poem belongs to Skylark and in no way belongs to me. I am benefiting in no way from this work. I modified it a little to better fit this theme. Enjoy.

by Skylark

He's faced the hardest time you could imagine

And many times his eyes fought back the tears

And when his youthful world was about to fall in

Each time his slender shoulders

Bore the weight of all his fears

And a sorrow no one hears

Still rings in midnight silence

In his ears

And if by chance I should hold him

Let me hold him for a time

But if allowed just one possession

I would pick him from the garden

To be mine

Be careful how you touch him for he'll awaken

And sleep's the only freedom that he knows

And when you walk into his eyes

You won't believe the way he's always paying

For a debt he never owes

And a silent wind still blows that only he can hear

And so he goes

Let him cry for he's a man

Let her dream for he's a child

Let the rain fall down upon him
And wash away his tears

¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~ * This work belongs to skylark and is copyrighted by www.katrinaart.com ( 1997. Please respect her work. It is insanely accurate.

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